Francis Saltus Saltus
Poems (4)
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The Andalusian Sereno
With oaken staff and swinging lantern bright, / He strolls at midnight when the world is still … -
The Bayadere
Near strange, weird temples, where the Ganges’ tide / Bathes domed Lahore, I watched, by spice-trees fanned, … -
The Ideal
Toil on, poor muser, to attain that goal / Where Art conceals its grandest, noblest prize; … -
The Sphinx Speaks
Carved by a mighty race whose vanished hands / Formed empires more destructible than I, …