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 :Naught is near,
 * In the blear
 * And the simmering atmosphere,

But the shadow on the sand, The shadow of the camel on the sand;
 * All alone as I ride
 * O'er the desert's ocean wide,
 * It is ever at my side;

It haunts me, it pursues me, if I flee or if I stand.


 * Not a sound
 * All around
 * Save the paddled heat and bound

Of the camel on the sand Of the feet of the camel on the sand.
 * Not a bird is in the air,
 * Though the sun, with burning stare,
 * Is prying everywhere,

O'er the yellow thirsty desert, so
 * Desolately grand.