SAY not, O Swallow, in thy flight To that dear country of my birth (Where I shall come no day nor night) That I have married the Black Earth. But say that where sands glisten white, Thou didst behold a builded pyre, And witnessed how, with all due rite, I there was wedded unto Fire. For so went many a hero-sire Of mine, in time long out of mind, And had his full and free desire To tread along the trackless wind. A little band on some lone shore, They offered up a hecatomb; And while dark wine they did outpour Rose flame to its empyreal home. Oh, Fire, my bride, will challenge him -- Charos, the foe that Psyche loathes, Nor leaves within his chamber dim One shred wherewith my life now clothes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER MY COMFORTER by EMILY JANE BRONTE BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM A LOVE-MESSAGE by LILLIAN CORBETT BARNES PSALM 132 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |