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FROM A FELUCCA

A white tomb in the desert,

An Arab at his prayers

Beside the Nile's dark water,

Where the lone camel fares.

An ibis on the sunset,

A slow shadouf at rest,

And in the caravansary

Low music for the guest.

Above the tawny city

A gleam of minarets,

Resounding the muezzin's

Clear call as the sun sets.

A mystery, a silence,

A breathing of strange balm,

A peace from Allah on the wind

And on the sky his calm.

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