<h2><SPAN name="TRAVEL" id="TRAVEL"></SPAN>TRAVEL</h2>
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<span class="i12">I should like to rise and go<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Where the golden apples grow;—<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Where below another sky<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Parrot Islands anchored lie,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And, watched by cockatoos and goats,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Lonely Crusoes building boats;—<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</SPAN></span><span class="i12">Where in sunshine reaching out<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Eastern cities, miles about,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Are with mosque and minaret<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Among sandy gardens set,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And the rich goods from near and far<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Hang for sale in the bazaar;—<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Where the Great Wall round China goes,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And on one side the desert blows,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And with bell and voice and drum,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Cities on the other hum;—<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Where are forests, hot as fire,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Wide as England, tall as a spire,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Full of apes and cocoa-nuts<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And the negro hunters' huts;—<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Where the knotty crocodile<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Lies and blinks in the Nile,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And the red flamingo flies<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Hunting fish before his eyes;—<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Where in jungles, near and far,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Man-devouring tigers are,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Lying close and giving ear<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</SPAN></span><span class="i12">Lest the hunt be drawing near,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Or a comer-by be seen<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Swinging in a palanquin;—<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Where among the desert sands<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Some deserted city stands,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">All its children, sweep and prince,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Grown to manhood ages since,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Not a foot in street or house,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Not a stir of child or mouse,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And when kindly falls the night,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">In all the town no spark of light.<br/></span>
<span class="i12">There I'll come when I'm a man<br/></span>
<span class="i12">With a camel caravan;<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Light a fire in the gloom<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Of some dusty dining room;<br/></span>
<span class="i12">See the pictures on the walls,<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Heroes, fights and festivals<br/></span>
<span class="i12">And in a corner find the toys<br/></span>
<span class="i12">Of the old Egyptian boys.<br/></span></div>
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<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/image_028.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="144" alt="Illustration" /></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/image_051.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="629" alt="My bed is like a little boat" /> <span class="caption">My bed is like a little boat</span></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</SPAN></span></p>
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