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You told them, master, how the bells were rung

At Rome to flout the devil. Tell them now

How you became Mahomet.

Ha! Mahomet!

To see me clad in linen setting forth

A crocodility of hours and houris!

The sultan prayed to me; but Moslem faith

Is no theology for scholars. Phew!

I'll warrant there were heretics enough

Fouling the sacred porches where I taught.

And then the serpent!

Ah, the golden snake

I turned to gold.

The burning fiery ice!