 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
We view there, tented Children-of-the-East;
Keepers of a few camels and lean flocks;
Which all their Worldly good; and for whose need
Of pasture, they continually must remove.
Lo, as we gaze; a camp of their black booths
Is being taken up; and they dislodge.
Towards sóme well-pit, is set those tribesmens face:
Where after journeying, they anew will pitch;
Homes of a day, in empty wilderness.
Digged were their wells, of óld time: seld delve them
Now their young men of pith; in hope to find
New water: wíthout other instruments;
Than their staves only and hollow of their hands twain.
Keepers of a few camels and lean flocks;
Which all their Worldly good; and for whose need
Of pasture, they continually must remove.
Lo, as we gaze; a camp of their black booths
Is being taken up; and they dislodge.
Towards sóme well-pit, is set those tribesmens face:
Where after journeying, they anew will pitch;
Homes of a day, in empty wilderness.
Digged were their wells, of óld time: seld delve them
Now their young men of pith; in hope to find
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Than their staves only and hollow of their hands twain.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |