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A Look into the Gulf

I looked one night, and there Semiramis,

With all her mourning doves about her head,

Sat rocking on an ancient road of Hell,

Withered and eyeless, chanting to the moon

Snatches of song they sang to her of old

Upon the lighted roofs of Nineveh.

And then her voice rang out with rattling laugh:

"The bugles! they are crying back again—

Bugles that broke the nights of Babylon,

And then went crying on through Nineveh.

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