Travel

I should like to rise and go

Where the golden apples grow;

Where below another sky

Parrots island anchored lie,

And watched by cockatoos and goats,

Lonely crushes 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 around China goes,

And with bell and voice and drum,

Cities on the other hum;

Where there are forests, hot as fire,

Wide as England, tall as a spire,

Full of apes and coconuts

And the negro hunter's huts;

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,

Lying close and giving ear 

Lest the hunter be drawing near,

Or a comer- by be seen

Swinging in a palanquin;

Where among the desert sands

Some deserted city stands,

All its children, sweep and prince,

Grown to manhood ages since

Not a foot in street or house,

Not a stir of child or mouse,

And when kindly falls the night,

In all the town no spark of light.

There I'II come when I'm a man

 With a camel caravan;

Light a fire in a gloom

Of some dusty dining-room;

See the pictures on the walls,

Heroes, fight, and festivals;

And in the corner find the toys 

Of the old Egyptian boys.