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 AMONG DAUGHTERS OF THE DESERT 451

It is gone,

Gone for ever,

The other little leg!

Oh, what a pity for this other sweet little leg

Where doth it dwell and mourn forsaken,

This lonely little leg?

Perhaps in fear of a ferocious,

Yellow, fair-haired, curly,

Lion-monster? Or perhaps even

Gnawed at and nibbled at

Miserable, alas ! alas ! Nibbled at ! Sela.

Oh, weep not,

Soft hearts !

Weep not, ye

Date-hearts ! Milk-bosoms !

Ye little licorice-heart's

Purses!

Be a man, Suleika ! Courage, courage !

Weep no more,

Pale Dudu!

Or might peradventure

Something strengthening, heart-strengthening

Be in the right place ?

Some anointed saying?

Some solemn persuasion ?

Ha!

Up, dignity!

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