Young Abdul scorched in fire of a desert sun And munched a locust crushed beneath his feet; He thanked good Allah, and when the scorch was done, He slept where starlight paced the sandy street. All night he skimmed in dream down a dervish river And heard green dragons sighing for his blood, Till soon the beauty of it made his shiver, And then he floated restless on the flood. His ears pricked sharp; he cringed and cursed to see A vague red Thing that shrieked across the plain Like India's mad ocean . . . Agony! What unguessed stab made Allah cry in pain? Up wakened Abdul, belching wretched moans, And drew his scimitar and hacked his bones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE HONEYSUCKLE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 3 by WILLIAM BASSE TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST |