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With tombs and ruined temples groans the land In which our forbears in the drifting sand
 * Arise as dunes upon the track of Time

To mark the cycles of the moving hand

Of Fate. Alas! and we shall follow soon Into the night eternal or the noon;
 * The wayward daughters of the spheres return

Unto the bosom of their sun or moon.