The little green lizard on Solomon's wall

Basked in the gold of a shimmering noon,

Heard the insistent, imperious call

Of hautboy and tabor and loud bassoon,

When Balkis passed by, with her alien grace,

And the light of wonder upon her face,

To sit by the King in his lofty hall,—

And the little green lizard saw it all.

The little green lizard on Solomon's wall

Waited for flies the long day through,

While the craftsmen came at the monarch's call

To the task that was given each man to do,

And the Temple rose with its cunning wrought gold,

Cedar and silver, and all it could hold

In treasure of tapestry, silk and shawl,—

And the little green lizard observed it all.

The little green lizard on Solomon's wall

Heard what the King said to one alone,

Secrets that only the Djinns may recall,

Graved on the Sacred, Ineffable Stone.

And yet, when the little green lizard was led

To speak of the King, when the King was dead,

He had only kept count of the flies on the wall,—

For he was but a lizard, after all!