On a Corniche pave..
Hemmed in by towers,
Of Iron and Steel,
That touch the sky,
But have no Veil;
No Carved gold Chalice for Wine,
No desert-apostle Camel,
No..Arabia has left
No stone for Flamel..
I steal a last glance,and behold a
Stone Mosque,Illumined like Aladdin's Haven,
And She signals to me,that behind the Sheen,
She is an Arabian Night still...
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