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Robert Browning

Robert Browning

Through the Metidja to Abd

Abd-el-Kadr was an Arab Chief of Algiers who resisted the French in 1833.]
 
 I.
 
As I ride, as I ride,
With a full heart for my guide,
So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,
That, as I were double-eyed,
He, in whom our Tribes confide,
Is descried, ways untried
As I ride, as I ride.
 
 II.
 
As I ride, as I ride
To our Chief and his Allied,
Who dares chide my heart’s pride
As I ride, as I ride?
Or are witnesses denied—-
Through the desert waste and wide
Do I glide unespied
As I ride, as I ride?
 
 III.
 
As I ride, as I ride,
When an inner voice has cried,
The sands slide, nor abide
(As I ride, as I ride)
O’er each visioned homicide
That came vaunting (has he lied?)
To reside—-where he died,
As I ride, as I ride.
 
 IV.
 
As I ride, as I ride,
Ne’er has spur my swift horse plied,
Yet his hide, streaked and pied,
As I ride, as I ride,
Shows where sweat has sprung and dried,
—-Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed—-
How has vied stride with stride
As I ride, as I ride!
 
 V.
 
As I ride, as I ride,
Could I loose what Fate has tied,
Ere I pried, she should hide
(As I ride, as I ride)
All that’s meant me—-satisfied
When the Prophet and the Bride
Stop veins I’d have subside
As I ride, as I ride!

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