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, and sinned against, the City lay, Burnt by the sun's caresses day by day, Passive, defenceless, with her latest breath Conceiving at his pleasure plague and death.

Relentlessly he poured his ardent rays Into her cloistered courts and secret ways, While the hot gold he spilt upon the plain Rose from the furnace of the sands again.

Beneath a sullen sunset, dimly red, Rent by the lamentations for the dead, Whose burning-ghats defiled the stagnant air, The breathless city waited in despair.

Then came the flutter of a sudden breeze, Fragrant with scents of aromatic trees, Cool with the magic freshness of the sea, And the dry maize-leaves shivered restlessly.

The wind went onwards, to the outer gate, Thrilled with soft pity for the City's fate, Dispensing coolness, passed the inner wall, And fanned the lips of those about to fall.

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