Rampes d’Alger

Granville Street

Rampes d’Alger written by D. P. Wagner

To the Georgian Bay

From The Canadian Forum, May 1921, p.240

The Night is full of languor, for the Moon
Lies wasting on her couch of purple seas.
Her agony lights Heaven's tapestries.
The red eye of the Pharos sees her swoon.

The slow-descending Stairs that every noon
Whisper the slipping sandal's worn-out ease
Lie silent with the Port. A little breeze
Speeds from the hill some love-sick Arab croon.

One Figure leaning on the Parapet,
Its back to gay arcaded boulevards,
Its dull white dim against the sky's grey cloak,

This Vision wrapped in wreaths of Haschisch smoke.
The sparkling lights of Mustapha, the shards
Of earthy joys, the Hand of Mahomet.

D. P. Wagner.