As they feasted in the taverns, 

 "It is time to take our Fathers, 

 We must bear them to the Caverns." 

 In a mountain were the Caverns, 

 Fourteen leagues across the sand, 

 Fourteen leagues across the desert 

 In a naked golden land. 

 Black and bold and bare the mountain 

 Modelled into many shapes, 

 Cones and pyramids and pillars, 

 Beetling cliffs and jutting capes. 

 And within it were the Caverns 

 Tunnelled into every part, 

 Some by ancient Persian devils, 

 Others by a modern art. 

 Where the terraced lawns lay dreaming, 

 Underneath a cedar-tree 

 Dozed an ancient, ancient person 

 Tiny as a child of three. 

 Every day a gobbling negro 

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