Zophiel - A Poem by Maria Gowen Brooks
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He said "Oh little maiden, sore distrest
"I sink for very want. Give me I pray, A drop of water and a cake: I die Of thirst and hunger, yet my sorrowing way May tread once more, if thou my needs supply." XIV. "A long time missing from thy fondling arms-- It chanced that day thou'dst sent me in the shade New bread, a cake of figs, and wine of palms [FN#10] Mingled with water, sweet with honey made. "These did I bring--raised as I could, his head; Held to his lip the cup; and while he quaffed, Upon my garment wiped the tears that sped Adown his silvery beard and mingled with the draft. [FN#10] "The palm is a very common plant in this country, (Assyria,) and generally fruitful; this they cultivate like fig-trees and it produces them bread, wine and honey." See Beloe's notes to his translation of Herodotus. Mr. Gibbon adds, that the diligent natives celebrated, either in verse or prose, three hundred and sixty uses to which the trunk, the branches, the leaves, the juice and the fruit of this plant were applied. Nothing can be more curious and interesting than the natural history of the palm tree. |
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