Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Africa: Vol. XXIV. 1876–79.
On the Desert
By William Wetmore Story (18191895)A
To the bound
Of the vast horizon’s round,
All sand, sand, sand—
All burning, glaring sand—
On my camel’s 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.
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,
O’er the desert’s ocean wide,
It is ever at my side;
It haunts me, it pursues me, if I flee, or if I stand.
All around,
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,
Is prying everywhere,
O’er the yellow thirsty desert, so desolately grand.
Stirs the death
Of the desert, nor a wreath
Curls upward from the sand,
From the waves of loose, fine sand,—
And I doze, half asleep,—
Of the wild Sirocs that sweep
O’er the caravans, and heap
With a cloud of powdery, dusty death, the terror-stricken band.
And their moans
Have departed, but their bones
Are whitening on the sand—
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.