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Ever sits the Lady weeping— Weeping night and day— One perpetual vigil keeping, Till life pass away, And she join the seven who sleep. Daylight enters not that building, Tho' so rich and fair— With the azure and the gilding That are lavish'd there; Round the purple curtains sweep, Heavily their shadows creep Around the Zegri Ladye— The Ladye weeping there.

On the walls are many a sentence, In bright letters wrought— Touch'd not with the meek repentance By the Gospel brought— But the Koran's haughty words— Words that, like a trumpet calling, Urge the warrior on; In the front of battle falling, Paradise is won— By the red and ready swords— Can they soothe the spirit's chords Of the lonely Zegri Ladye— Of the Ladye weeping there!

Seven tombs are in that chamber— Each a marble tomb:— Lamps that breathe of musk and amber Tremble in the gloom. Seven lamps perfume the air.