Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Asia: Vols. XXI–XXIII. 1876–79.
Tadmor of the Wilderness
By Jesse Erskine Dow (18091850)B
On Syria’s barren wild,
Where oft the scowling sand-storm flies,
And hides the desert child,
How beautiful to catch the sight
Of Tadmor’s mountain purple height!
Upon the western sky,
Unequalled by the blushing rose
Where Sharon’s zephyrs sigh,
How sweet to hear the camel-train
Come tinkling home across the plain!
As steadily they come;
While joyfully the Kabyl skips
Along his houseless home,
And shakes his spear with childlike glee,
And cries, “The boundless waste for me!”
Where scorching rays are cast,
The steed that with the wind can flee,
When danger gathers fast,
The scanty tent, the brackish spring,
And Night, that comes with jewelled wing:
And prowling lions tread,
Where caravans of wealth sweep by,
In watchfulness and dread:
And sink to sleep and wake to know
That Ishmael is still their foe.
The howling city stand
In silver moonlight sleeping still,
So beautiful and grand;
No sadder sight has earth than this:
’T is Tadmor of the Wilderness.
Whirled by the eddying blast,
Behold her marble columns stand,
Huge relics of the past;
And o’er her gates of solid stone
The sculptured eagle fronts the sun.
When through thy portals passed
The Persian on his weary steed,
And found a rest at last
From Samiel’s breath, and war’s alarms,
Beneath thy tall and waving palms.
In glory rested here;
’Neath yonder porch she held her feast,
While satraps bowed in fear;
And oft the silver strain came up,
While Bacchus filled her golden cup.
And called the wise around;
And hither, in her days of pride,
The sage a refuge found;
And Arab chief and Rabbin hung
On gray-haired wisdom’s silver tongue.
O’er yonder sands she fled,
And here returned in grief and shame,
A sovereign captive led;
While loud her people’s wail arose
Above the shouts of conquering foes.
Their banners o’er thy head,
And cymbals clashed and clarions rung,
Before Aurelian’s tread,
Then died thy race, and sank thy towers,
And desert lightnings seared thy flowers.