SKY FANTASY
The sky is as a great blue wave where many moons are lost,
And endless camel-trains of stars before the dawn have crost;
And the clouds are white-robed Arabs, who come at eve to pray,
While the yellow camels slake their thirst along the Milky Way.
And endless camel-trains of stars before the dawn have crost;
And the clouds are white-robed Arabs, who come at eve to pray,
While the yellow camels slake their thirst along the Milky Way.
The sun is some vast temple where the True Believers kneel;
And the moon is like Mahomet, with a morion made of steel,
Who leads a Holy War across the storm-paths of the skies,
While the lightning writes the challenge for the gathering tribesmen's eyes.
And the moon is like Mahomet, with a morion made of steel,
Who leads a Holy War across the storm-paths of the skies,
While the lightning writes the challenge for the gathering tribesmen's eyes.
And the rainbow is a burnous that is striped in green and gold,
Where the Arab soldier hid the girl he captured in its fold.
And when Dawn comes proudly striding from the red roads of the East
'Tis the Arab's racing camel that has brought them to the feast.
Where the Arab soldier hid the girl he captured in its fold.
And when Dawn comes proudly striding from the red roads of the East
'Tis the Arab's racing camel that has brought them to the feast.
