Travel

I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow, Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, And, watched by cockatoos and goats, Lonely Crusoes building boats, Where in sunshine reaching out Eastern cities, miles about, Are with mosque and minaret Among sandy gardens set, And the rich goods from near and far Hang for sale in the bazaar, Where the Great Wall round China goes, And on one side the desert blows [...] Where the knotty crocodile Lies and blinks in the Nile, And the red flamingo flies Hunting fish before his eyes, Where in jungles, near and far, Man-devouring tigers are [...] And when kindly falls the night, In all the town no spark of light. There I’ll come when I’m a man With a camel caravan; Light a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining-room; See the pictures on the walls, Heroes, fights and festivals; And in a corner find the toys Of the old Egyptian boys.