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Rh 'In a café's little room, Where chibouks a vapour raise, Floating 'mid the strange perfume, Turbans shall I skimming graze.'

'Balbeck, triglyph that I love, Thee again,' says one, 'I seek; There shall I hang soon above Little ones with open beak.'

One cries out, 'Lo! my address! Rhodes, the palace of the knights; Year by year, my nest I tress On the black-stone pillar heights.'

Says a fifth, 'Old age, you see, Weighs me down, I scarce can fly; Malta's terraced rock for me! Azure wave and azure sky!'

And the sixth, 'In Cairo fair, On a lofty minaret, Mud head-quarters lined with hair Make me winter quite forget.'

'At the second cataract,' Says the last, ''mid beauties brown, Is my nest. The place exact Is a granite monarch's crown'

All: 'To-morrow many miles File by file, we shall have gone. Peaks of snow, and plains, and isles, Vanish far,—yet on,—still on!'