Fly to the Desert
 


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Thomas Mooore, 1779-1852, “Fly to the Desert,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 20, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31541.


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Title

Fly to the Desert

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.

Subject

Poetry, Irish Love -- Songs and music Courtship -- Songs and music Deserts -- Songs and music

Creator

Thomas Mooore, 1779-1852

Source

From the 1817 poem Lalla-Rookh

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/1/2007

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

Fly to the Desert

Fly to the desert, fly with me,
Our Arab tents are rude for the
But oh! The choice what heart can doubt,
Of tents with love or thrones without?

Our rocks are rough, but smiling there,
The acacia waves her yellow hair,
Lovely and sweet, nor loved the less,
For flowering in a wilderness.

Our sands are bare, but down their slope,
The silvery-footed antelope,
As gracefully and gaily springs,
As over the marble court of kings.

Then come - thy Arab maid will be,
The loved and lone acacia tree
The antelope, whose feet shall bless,
With their light sound thy loneliness.

Oh! there are looks and tones that dart,
And instant sunshine through the heart,
As if the soul that minute caught,
Some treasure it through life has sought.

As if the very lips and eyes,
Predestined to have all our sighs
And never be forgot again,
Sparkled and spoke before us then.

So came thy very glance and tone,
When first on me they breathed and shone,
New as if brought from other spheres,
Yet welcome as if loved for years!

Then fly with me-if thou hast known,
No other flame, nor falsely thrown
A gem away that thou hast sworn,
Should ever in thy heart be worn.

Come, if the love thou hast for me,
Is pure and fresh as mine for thee,
Fresh as the fountain under ground,
Whey first it is by the lapwing found.

But if for me thou dost forsake,
Some other maid and rudely break,
Her worshipped image from its base,
To give to me the ruined place.

When, fare thee well - I would rather make,
My bower upon some icy lake
When thawing suns begin to shine,
Than trust to love so false as thine.

Classification Title

Fly to the Desert

Document Title

Fly to the Desert

Alternate Geographic Location

Dublin, County Dublin, Ireland

Associated Date

1817

Dimensions - Original

214 mm x 278 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-16

File name

113_FlyToTheDesert_ocr

Transcription Date

2006-05-30

Transcribed By

Susan G. Pepper

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