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As Watchers hang upon the East
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory Fancy spread
As brooks in deserts babble sweet
On ear too far for the delight
Heaven beguiles the tired
As that same watcher, when the East
Opens the lid of Amethyst
And lets the morning go
That Beggar, when an honored Guest
Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed
Heaven to us, if true