FROM the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
“GIVE us a song!” the soldiers cried,
The outer trenches guarding,
When the heated guns of the camps allied
Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn,
And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way,
But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn,
FORESEEN in the vision of sages,
Foretold when martyrs bled,
She was born of the longing of ages,
By the truth of the noble dead
James Bayard Taylor was an American poet, literary critic, translator, and travel author.
Life and Work
He was born on January 11, 1825, in Kennett Square in Chester County, Pennsylvania. He was the fourth son, first to live to maturity, of Joseph and Rebecca (née Way) Taylor. His father was a well-to-do farmer and young Bayard receiv ...