Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Africa: Vol. XXIV. 187679. | | | | Sahara | | On the Desert | | William Wetmore Story (18191895) |
| | | ALL around, | |
| To the bound | |
| Of the vast horizons round, | |
| All sand, sand, sand | |
| All burning, glaring sand | 5 |
| On my camels hump I ride, | |
| As he sways from side to side, | |
| With an awkward step of pride, | |
| And his scraggy head uplifted, and his eye so long and bland. | |
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| Naught is near, | 10 |
| In the blear | |
| And simmering atmosphere, | |
| But the shadow on the sand, | |
| The shadow of the camel on the sand; | |
| All alone, as I ride, | 15 |
| Oer the deserts ocean wide, | |
| It is ever at my side; | |
| It haunts me, it pursues me, if I flee, or if I stand. | |
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| Not a sound, | |
| All around, | 20 |
| Save the padded beat and bound | |
| Of the camel on the sand, | |
| Of the feet of the camel on the sand. | |
| Not a bird is in the air, | |
| Though the sun, with burning stare, | 25 |
| Is prying everywhere, | |
| Oer the yellow thirsty desert, so desolately grand. | |
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| Not a breath | |
| Stirs the death | |
| Of the desert, nor a wreath | 30 |
| Curls upward from the sand, | |
| From the waves of loose, fine sand, | |
| And I doze, half asleep, | |
| Of the wild Sirocs that sweep | |
| Oer the caravans, and heap | 35 |
| With a cloud of powdery, dusty death, the terror-stricken band. | |
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| Their groans | |
| And their moans | |
| Have departed, but their bones | |
| Are whitening on the sand | 40 |
| Are blanching and grinning on the sand, | |
| O Allah! thou art great! | |
| Save me from such a fate, | |
| Nor through that fearful strait | |
| Lead me, thy basest servant, unto the Prophet-land. | 45 | | | |
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