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They left their Babylon bare Of all its tall men, Of all its proud horses; They made for Lebanon.

And shadowy sowers went Before their spears to sow The fruit whose taste is ash, For Judah's soul to know.

They who bowed to the Bull god, Whose wings roofed Babylon, In endless hosts darkened The bright-heavened Lebanon.

They washed their grime in pools Where laughing girls forgot The wiles they used for Solomon. Sweet laughter, remembered not!