Classic Poem

There's no hiding here in the glare of the desert.
If your coat is sham the sun shines through;
Here with the lonely things and the silence
There is no crowd for saving you.

Here love lasts a little longer
And hate leaves here a heavy scar —
But we, with the desert's beauty of distance,
Are always dreaming of places far.

If you have come to start a kingdom —
Our eyes have looked on Rome and Tyre!
But if you come with dreams for baggage
Sit with us by the cedar fire!