Poem By James Benjamin Kenyon

The Bedouins Of The Skies

YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
On wind-swift barbs, o’er many an azure plain,
Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer,
Ere Ishmael’s spirit drives them forth again.

The Two Spirits

I DREAMED two spirits came—one dusk as night:
“Mortals miscall me Life,” he sadly saith;
The other, with a smile like morning light,
Flashed his strong wings and spake,
“Men name me Death.”

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