I saw.... Oh brother, 'mid far sands
The palm-tree-cinctured city stands,
Bright-white beneath, as heaven, bright-blue,
Leans o'er it, while the years pursue
Their course, unable to abate
Its paradisal laugh at fate!
One morn,-the Arab staggers blind
O'er a new tract of death, calcined
To ashes, silence, nothingness,-
And
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