The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
Jean IngelowYouth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Jean IngelowThe red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
Jean IngelowYouth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Jean Ingelow