What bring ye me, O camels, across the southern desert,
The wan and parching desert, pale beneath the dusk?
Ye great slow-moving ones, faithful as care is faithful,
Uncouth as dreams may be, sluggish as far-off ships,—
        What bring ye me, O camels?

“We bring thee gold like sunshine, saving that it warms not;
And rarest purple bring we, as...