{"id":9212,"date":"2023-03-07T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-03-07T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9212"},"modified":"2023-03-07T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-03-07T06:00:00","slug":"the-man-the-desert-got","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-man-the-desert-got\/","title":{"rendered":"The Man the Desert Got"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83030272\/1915-03-07\/ed-1\/seq-31\/\">The Sun, March 7, 1915<\/a>. By Arthur Chapman.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>He rests, half buried in the drift<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of waterless and silent strands;<br\/>His fingers clutch a mocking gift\u2014<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The worthless, wind blown desert sands;<br\/>He thought to close his hand upon<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A heavier and yellow prize<br\/>But now his lusts for gold have gone,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shriveled beneath those blazing skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The lizard flits about his form,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The buzzards circle in the height;<br\/>If there be mercy in yon storm<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;May he be covered deep ere night;<br\/>And may the rippling sands smooth o\u2019er<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the desert\u2019s face the spot<br\/>Where ends his quest forevermore,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The quest of him the desert got.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The trails to distant water holes<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His plodding feet shall ne\u2019er retrace,<br\/>For unto still more distant goals<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The prospector has turned his face;<br\/>These shifting sand hills lose their glow,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The breeze no more is furnace hot,<br\/>And when the storm ends none shall know<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Where rests the man the desert got.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Sun, March 7, 1915. By Arthur Chapman. He rests, half buried in the drift&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of waterless and silent strands;His fingers clutch a mocking gift\u2014&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The worthless, wind blown desert sands;He thought to close his hand upon&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A heavier and yellow prizeBut now his lusts for gold have gone,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shriveled beneath those blazing skies. The lizard flits about [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,18],"tags":[58],"class_list":["post-9212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-sun","tag-arthur-chapman"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9212","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9212"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9212\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}