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Lulled in the purple darkness is my soul, Behind the curtain, Allah, of my sight. Where recreative waves of wonder roll From sad seas of color over dead seas of light:— I close my eyes and lo, the laden Night Stops at the ivory gate to pay thy toll
 * To my soul.

And with it Wealth in Destitution’s van, And power in the chariot of Dole, And Fame upon the skeleton she stole From Death, Ambition, too, amidst her clan, Spurring her jaded nag:—the Caravan Of Life is at the gate to pay thy toll
 * To my soul.

They pass: I open my eyes: and as I try To con the cruel pages of the scroll Which Censure left in fragments at their goal, Then suddenly, illumining the sky, A form of grace and beauty I descry. ’T is Love, O Allah, come to pay thy toll
 * To my soul.