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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

Poems of Tragedy: III. The Orient

Khamsin

Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)

OH, the wind from the desert blew in!—

Khamsin,

The wind from the desert blew in!

It blew from the heart of the fiery south,

From the fervid sand and the hills of drouth,

And it kissed the land with its scorching mouth;

The wind from the desert blew in!

It blasted the buds on the almond bough,

And shrivelled the fruit on the orange-tree;

The wizened dervish breathed no vow,

So weary and parched was he.

The lean muezzin could not cry;

The dogs ran mad, and bayed the sky;

The hot sun shone like a copper disk,

And prone in the shade of an obelisk

The water-carrier sank with a sigh,

For limp and dry was his water-skin;

And the wind from the desert blew in.

The camel crouched by the crumbling wall,

And oh the pitiful moan it made!

The minarets, taper and slim and tall,

Reeled and swam in the brazen light;

And prayers went up by day and night,

But thin and drawn were the lips that prayed.

The river writhed in its slimy bed,

Shrunk to a tortuous, turbid thread;

The burnt earth cracked like a cloven rind;

And still the wind, the ruthless wind,

Khamsin,

The wind from the desert blew in.

Into the cool of the mosque it crept,

Where the poor sought rest at the Prophet’s shrine;

Its breath was fire to the jasmine vine;

It fevered the brow of the maid who slept,

And men grew haggard with revel of wine.

The tiny fledglings died in the nest;

The sick babe gasped at the mother’s breast.

Then a rumor rose and swelled and spread

From a tremulous whisper, faint and vague,

Till it burst in a terrible cry of dread,

The plague! the plague! the plague!

Oh the wind, Khamsin,

The scourge from the desert, blew in!