And thou, no negro but a slender Moor, Turbaned and mailed and armed against disaster— What child was Giafar that could be Mesrour? Or who was Caliph, but that he was master? No executioner of bloody rites, But Haroun's friend, his warrior and warden, And his companion through those secret nights In many an odorous room or lamp-lit garden! And, more than all, thy unknown title, heard As of rich strangeness a more rich reflection, 'Mesrour the eunuch'—O romantic word Clothing thee in mysterious perfection! Now, ere late truth tread the enchanted floor, Return, Mesrour; return, return, Mesrour! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN LUCY (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MISPLACED SYMPATHY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS PSALM 103 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WRITTEN IN ASPIN CAVE by EMILY JANE BRONTE HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 1. ORIGINAL THEME AS PAYNE WROTE IT by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |