Francis Saltus Saltus

Poems (4)

• 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, …