How weary 'twas to wait! The year Went dragging slowly on; The red leaf to the running brook Dropped sadly, and was gone; December came, and locked in ice...
He set the trumpet to his lips, and lo! The clash of waves, the roar of winds that blow, The strife and stress of Nature's warring things, Rose like a storm-cloud, upon angry wings. ...
About the ending of the Ramad'n, When leanest grows the famished Mussulman, A haggard ne'er-do-well, Mahmoud by name, At the tenth hour to Caliph OMAR came. "Lord of the Faithful (quoth he), at the last...