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On Reading The Life Of Haroun Er Reshid
By Madison Julius Cawein
Down all the lanterned Bagdad of our youth
He steals, with golden justice for the poor:
Within his palace you shall know the truth!
A blood-smeared headsman hides behind each door.
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