The old man took the golden coin:
Gazed steadfastly awhile,
If that could be the Sultaun
Whom from the banks of Nile
He guided o'er the desert path--
Then sighed and thus spake he--
"'Tis not _his_ eye--'tis not _his_ brow--
Another face is there:
I never saw this man before--
His head is like a pear!
Take back thy medal, Moor--'tis not
That which I hoped to see."