| Show IF YOU WOULD ADDRESS address me not where but till fill light I 1 halt my cameli camell tor for the n where op the desert sandstorm swept unsheltered from the blast I 1 slept beyond a golden city waits and nearer swings the distant gates inside of which are rest and calm and crystal springs and groves of palm am 0 er the warm and dusty road my patient camel on I 1 goad we sometimes see oases green but wastes of desert I 1 e between the well at which I 1 kneel to drink my parched lips mocks with bitter brink the tree beneath whose shade id I 1 d lie ile Is I 1 leafless and its boughs are dry sometimes fair cities seem to rise with minarets that pierce the ekies skies I 1 urge my camel on with mith blows they sink in sand from which they roso rose but these white walls that now I 1 see mirage and mockery can not be upon the air a music swells that drowns the sound of camel bells hunger and thirst what are ye now I 1 see ee the palm tree s laden bough I 1 hear bear cool fountains plash inside the fates gates that open swing and wide quite wide enough tor for me and too I 1 think to let my camel through though still outside the gates I 1 plod address me pilgrim care of god charles henry webb |
