THE SISTER.

As I came, oh, my brother! at noon--from the bath--

As I came--it was noon, my lords--

And your sister had then, as she constantly hath,

Drawn her veil close around her, aware that the path

Is beset by these foreign hordes.

But the weight of the noonday's sultry hour

Near the mosque was so oppressive

That--forgetting a moment the eye of the Giaour--

I yielded to th' heat excessive.

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