| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Boulghar Dagh | | By Morris Gilbert |
| | From “The Near East”
DAY by day the sun booms over this long valley, | |
| And the mountains are sun-flowers | |
| And smile fondly at him as he goes by. | |
| For only Gunesh, the sun, | |
| Of all the people they have seen pass, | 5 |
| Is steadfast. | |
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| Alexander came through this valley, | |
| And did not return. | |
| At its mouth a lass unparalleled | |
| Found Antony in a market-place, | 10 |
| Whistling to the air: they sailed away together. | |
| A man named Saul trudged up this road soon after: | |
| He went on to Rome. | |
| Godfrey de Bouillon passed this way, to drown | |
| In Cydnus. | 15 |
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| Some troopers from Bavaria and Pesth | |
| Were here last year—and they fled. | |
| Now Pathans and Sikhs | |
| And other swarthy fighting-men camp hereabouts. | |
| But presently they’ll be gone. | 20 | | | |
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