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I have been wandering since noon was high.
And now, because the evening comes apace.
Thy tomb shall be my rest a little space ;
From thy long-vanished hand this loan I take,
Across the years this hospitality
That thou dost make.
The jungle has grown over thee, O friend,
For, scarce a furlong from thy buried dust,
Once stood a city where the great and just
Built high the parapet and mosque and dome.
Where now the creeper flings its tasselled end
Around their home.
How many centuries have come and gone
Since first thou sawest, with awakened eyes.
The green-scarfed houris proffering Paradise ;
Since thy young cresent moon, athwart this
shade.
Son of the Prophet, has in silver shone
Where thou art laid !
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I have been wandering since noon was high.
And now, because the evening comes apace.
Thy tomb shall be my rest a little space ;
From thy long-vanished hand this loan I take,
Across the years this hospitality
That thou dost make.
The jungle has grown over thee, O friend,
For, scarce a furlong from thy buried dust,
Once stood a city where the great and just
Built high the parapet and mosque and dome.
Where now the creeper flings its tasselled end
Around their home.
How many centuries have come and gone
Since first thou sawest, with awakened eyes.
The green-scarfed houris proffering Paradise ;
Since thy young cresent moon, athwart this
shade.
Son of the Prophet, has in silver shone
Where thou art laid !
76
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| Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Verses > (88) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129139273 |
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| Description | By Violet Jacob. |
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| Shelfmark | T.9.f |
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| Description | Violet Jacob (1863-1946) was born into an aristocratic family who had lived at the House of Dun near Montrose since the 15th century. Her classic novel of the 1745 Jacobite rising, 'Flemington” (1911), was highly regarded by John Buchan and is still in print. Jacob had a deep appreciation of the Angus dialect and countryside, and this is evident in her celebrated Scots language poetry in volumes such as 'Song of Angus' (1915). |
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| Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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