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More Poems. 3. For these of Old the Trader
For these of old the trader Unpearled the Indian seas, The nations of the nadir Were diamondless for these; A people prone and haggard Beheld their lightnings hurled: All round, like Sinai, staggered The sceptre-shaken world. But now their coins are tarnished, Their towers decayed away, Their kingdom swept and garnished For haler kings than they; Their arms the rust hath eaten, Their statutes none regard: Arabia shall not sweeten Their dust, with all her nard. They cease from long vexation, Their nights, their days are done, The pale, the perished nation That never see the sun; From the old deep-dusted annals The years erase their tale, And round them race the channels That take no second sail.
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