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Three Questions
THE THREE QUESTIONS.
An Isis statue stands in Nubia's plain,
Around it ancient ruins are reclining;
A pool lies near, a stone's throw from the fane.
The negro thinks, if, when the moon is shining,
He stands beside the statue on a night
Of Ramadan in vesture all of white
And turban, too, of white,—if then he throws
Three stones which he has blackened in the fire
Into the water where the moonlight glows,
Three questions will be solved to his desire.

If they all three the mirror chance to shatter,
He'll win the love of her he holds most dear,
Will live to ninety, die his tribe's ameer,
And fame throughout Sudan his praise will scatter.

'Tis night now, and a stately negro, stooping,
Waits, with the tamarisk shadows o'er him drooping.
Blue-white I see his muslin turban shine.
And on the sable head, in dimmer fashion,
I see the red lips, like a crimson gash on
The surface of a leather sack of wine.
So clear the desert moon, it gives the hue
Of day to all. Or does the morn awaken?
Yon tawny peak an odalisque form has taken,
Sitting there veiled in films of whitish-blue.

Beneath a palm-tree near the statue bending,
He stands a while. He quickly lifts his hand.

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