THE MAMELUKE

I

She was a queen. 'Midst mutes and slaves,

A mameluke, he loved her.--Waves

Dashed not more hopelessly the paves

Of her high marble palace-stair

Than lashed his love his heart's despair.--

As souls in Hell dream Paradise,

He suffered yet forgot it there

Beneath Rommaneh's houri eyes.

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