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IN THE DESERT.

I.
BEDOUIN IN AMBUSH.

Seven hawks, in dismal disarray,
Across a sky of slaty gray,
Now dusking with the dusking day.
The sun low down, and almost hid
Beneath a vapory, dull lid,
Over against a pyramid.
One cluster of incessant green,
Three slender palms that tower and lean—
A crouching sentinel between.
No hissing breath upon the lip—
No stir in poised knee and hip—
No quiver from the finger tip;

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But, pointing from the fatal lair,
The lithe wrist glued about the bare,
Dull-gleaming rifle's livid glare.
And slow, with wearisome slow limb,
A caravan approaching him
With fringe of shadows long and slim.

II.
BEDOUIN ABROAD.

A sky of glimmering, cool steel,
But barely serving to reveal
The desert where the camels kneel.
An awkward buzzard on the wing;
Above one star in filmy ring;
While lower ranks are hovering
By pots of delicate, spiced flesh;
Abundant fruits in silken mesh;
And jars of oil, and olives fresh;

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And costly vestments of the Kahn,
Despoiled with bloody mare and man—
The remnants of a caravan.
Against the sky-rim, silvery,
One motionless, tall cocoa-tree;
The pyramids in angles three.
And yonder, where the morning lowers,
The fleet-winged flying-horseman scours
T'ward Ghizeh and her shining towers.