Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HAREEM, by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Behind the veil, where depth is traced Last Line: Amid the stains of evil days. Alternate Author Name(s): Houghton, 1st Baron; Houghton, Lord Subject(s): Harems; Women - Middle East | ||||||||
BEHIND the veil, where depth is traced By many a complicated line, -- Behind the lattice closely laced With filagree of choice design, -- Behind the lofty garden-wall, Where stranger face can ne'er surprise, -- That inner world her all-in-all, The Eastern Woman lives and dies. Husband and children round her draw The narrow circle where she rests; His will the single perfect law, That scarce with choice her mind molests; Their birth and tutelage the ground And meaning of her life on earth -- She knows not elsewhere could be found The measure of a woman's worth. If young and beautiful, she dwells An Idol in a secret shrine, Where one high-priest alone dispels The solitude of charms divine: And in his happiness she lives, And in his honour has her own, And dreams not that the love she gives Can be too much for him alone. Within the gay kiosk reclined, Above the scent of lemon groves, Where bubbling fountains kiss the wind, And birds make music to their loves, -- She lives a kind of faery life, In sisterhood of fruits and flowers, Unconscious of the outer strife, That wears the palpitating hours. And when maturer duties rise In pleasure's and in passion's place, Her duteous loyalty supplies The presence of departed grace: So hopes she, by untiring truth, To win the bliss to share with him, Those glories of celestial youth, That time can never taint or dim. Thus in the ever-closed Hareem, As in the open Western home, Sheds womanhood her starry gleam Over our being's busy foam; Through latitudes of varying faith Thus trace we still her mission sure, To lighten life, to sweeten death, And all for others to endure. Home of the East! thy threshold's edge Checks the wild foot that knows no fear, Yet shrinks, as if from sacrilege -- When rapine comes thy precincts near: Existence, whose precarious thread Hangs on the tyrant's mood and nod, Beneath thy roof its anxious head Rests as within the house of God. There, though without he feels a slave, Compelled another's will to scan, Another's favour forced to crave There is the subject still the man: There is the form that none but he Can touch, -- the face that he alone Of living men has right to see; -- Not He who fills the Prophet's throne. Then let the Moralist, who best Honours the female heart, that blends The deep affections of the West With thought of life's sublimest ends, Ne'er to the Eastern home deny Its lesser, yet not humble praise, To guard one pure humanity Amid the stains of evil days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES A CHILD'S SONG by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES A CHRISTMAS STORY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES A DREAM IN A GONDOLA by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |
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