Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Trees: Flowers: PlantsThe Arab to the Palm
Bayard Taylor (18251878)N
O Beddowee girl, beloved so well;
Whose fleetness shall bear me again to thee;
With his leaves of beauty, his fruit of balm;
Whose fluttering shadow wraps us three
With love and silence and mystery!
With any under the Arab sky;
Yet none can sing of the palm but I.
Cairo’s citadel-diadem
Are not so light as his slender stem.
As the Almehs lift their arms in dance,—
That works in the cells of the blood like wine.
Dreaming where the beloved may be;
He breathes his longing in fervid sighs,
That drop in the lap of his chosen palm.
But the breath of his passion reaches her.
Teach me how I shall soften mine!
Whereby the wooed is ever won!
A likeness, glorious as might be,
In the court of my palace I ’d build for thee;
And leaves of beryl and malachite;
And fruits of topaz and chrysoprase;
Should night and morning frame new lays,—
But none, O palm, should equal mine!