The Palms stood motionless as Pyramids
Against the golden halo of the sky;
Interminable crops of wheat and rye
Mantled the plain with downy coverlids
Of silken green, where little freckled kids
Frolicked beneath the staid maternal eye;
And babe-led buffaloes plashed trampling by,
Sprinkling cool water on their dusty lids.
Spake the grave Arab, as his flashing glance
Swept the large, luminous verdure’s dewy sheen,
Sedately, with a bronze-like countenance:
“Neh
(Mathilde Blind)
More Poetry from Mathilde Blind:
- The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part I (Mathilde Blind Poems)
- The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II (Mathilde Blind Poems)
- The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part III (Mathilde Blind Poems)
- To Hope (Mathilde Blind Poems)
- Ode To A Child (Mathilde Blind Poems)
- The Orange-Peel In The Gutter (Mathilde Blind Poems)