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 Beneath the sun of Araby The desert wanderer ceased to sigh, Exhausted on its burning path.

Then rose upon the Wilderness The solitary Driver's cry: Thoughts of his home upon him press, As, in his utter loneliness, He sees his burden-bearer die.

Hope gives no echo to his call— Ne'er from his comrade will he sever! The red sky is his funeral pall; A prayer—a moan—'tis over, all— Camel and lord now rest for ever!

A three hour's journey from the spring Loved of the panting Caravan— Within a little sandy ring— The Camel's bones lie whitening, With thine, old, unlamented man!