| WE CHANGED OUR MINDS ABOUT BEING WILLING TO SAIL PAST |
| TO ME IT WAS ALL TRUE, ALL ROMANCE—ALL POETRY |
| SOMEBODY SENT ME A BASKET OF FRUIT |
| THEY ARE AN ATTRACTIVE LOT—THE REPROBATES |
| GAVE HIM THE "ICY MITT" |
| THEY COULD DIVE LIKE SEALS |
| TWO MEN TAKE YOU IN HAND, AND AWAY YOU GO |
| DID A SORT OF FANDAROLE |
| THEN IT DAWNED UPON THE DIPLOMAT |
| BUT NOW GIBRALTAR, THE CROUCHING LION OF TRAFALGAR, HAD RISEN FROM THE SEA |
| WE COULD HAVE LISTENED ALL NIGHT TO BEÑUNES |
| "THAT IS THE KASBA" |
| ONE DOES NOT HURRY THE ORIENT—ONE WAITS ON IT |
| MARVELLOUS BASKETS AND QUEER THINGS |
| WE DID NOT CARE MUCH FOR PARKS |
| ETERNALLY EAST WITH NO HINT OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD |
| TWO BENT, WRINKLED WOMEN WEAVING LACE OUTSIDE THE DOOR |
| WE LOOKED ACROSS THE ENTRANCE AND THERE ROSE THE ACROPOLIS, HIGH AGAINST THE BLUE |
| HE WOULD SWING HIS ARMS AND BEGIN, "YOU SEE—!" THE REST REQUIRED A MIND-READER |
| I WOULD HAVE APPLIED FOR THE POSITION IN THE CHORUS MYSELF |
| TOOK TURNS ADDRESSING THE MULTITUDE |
| ONE'S AGE, STATED ON OATH, GOES WITH A PASSPORT |
| KEYEFF |
| I WANTED TO CARRY AWAY ONE OF THOSE TOMBSTONES |
| ALL THE PLAINS AND SLOPES OF THE OLD CITY, WITH ITS WHITE FRAGMENTS AND POOR RUINED HARBOR, LAY AT OUR FEET |
| FROM THE TIME OF ADAM, BAALBEC BECAME A PLACE OF ALTARS |
| SO THE PATRIARCHS JOURNEYED; SO, TWO THOUSAND YEARS LATER, JOSEPH AND MARY TRAVELLED INTO EGYPT |
| URGING US TO PARTAKE OF THE PRECIOUS STUFF, WITHOUT STINT |
| ASKED HIM IF HE WOULDN'T EXECUTE A LITTLE COMMISSION FOR ME IN THE BAZAARS |
| THE PATRIARCH KNEW ALL ABOUT JAFFA |
| JERUSALEM—ITS BUBBLE-ROOFED HOUSES AND DOMES, ITS CYPRESS AND OLIVE TREES |
| A CAMEL TRAIN LED THE WAY THROUGH THE GATES |
| THE DEPTH OF THEIR FALL |
| THE WAY OF THE CROSS |
| THE TRUE GOLGOTHA—THE PLACE OF THE SKULL |
| A VAST INDIFFERENCE TO ALL PUNY THINGS |
| SANCTUARY IN KARNAK |
| GADDIS |
| I MADE A PICTURE OF THE FLY-BRUSH BRIGADE |
| ITS MAGNIFICENT PYLONS OR ENTRANCE WALLS … AND THEN ONCE MORE WE WERE ON THE DONKEYS |
| THE TEMPLE OF LUXOR … ONCE MORE REFLECTING ITS COLUMNS IN THE NILE |
| THINK OF WATERING A WHOLE WHEAT-FIELD WITH A WELL-SWEEP AND A PAIL |
| GOT IT MADE CHEAP SOMEWHERE, WITH HER PICTURE CARVED ON THE FRONT OF IT |
| SET OUT ON THE LONG, STEADY, ATLANTIC SWING |
