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 And thou shouldst start. Even disguised as now In the disfiguring raiment of a slave, Thy beauty shines like evening stars, ablaze Through dusky mists that but enhance their glow Walk warily, Mir Khan, and hide thine eyes, Lest women see, and passion shipwreck thee Ere thou hast reached thy fort"

"Whence I return With a picked squadron to deliver thee."

"Why dost thou hesitate?"

"Farewells are sad, And—there is something in thine eyes, Aziz, Dost thou?—thou canst not—doubt of my return?"

"I doubt thee not, Mir Khan. Another star Has risen above the purple mountain crest, Thou shouldst be gone."

"Believe me"

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