Fragment of an Ode in the Arabian Manner
O tentsman, haste, and strike the tent I pray!
The caravan's already under way;
The drummer sounds already the first drum;
Their loads the drivers on the camels lay.
The evening-prayer is nigh, and lo! to-night
The sun and moon opposed do stand at bay,
Save that the moon climbs upward through the sky,
While sinks the sun o'er Babel's mountains gray,
Like to two scales of golden balance, when
One pan doth upwards and one downwards weigh.
The caravan's already under way;
The drummer sounds already the first drum;
Their loads the drivers on the camels lay.
The evening-prayer is nigh, and lo! to-night
The sun and moon opposed do stand at bay,
Save that the moon climbs upward through the sky,
While sinks the sun o'er Babel's mountains gray,
Like to two scales of golden balance, when
One pan doth upwards and one downwards weigh.
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