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'In a café's little room,
Where chibouks a vapour raise,
Floating 'mid the strange perfume,
Turbans shall I skimming graze.'

'Balbeck, triglyph that I love,
Thee again,' says one, 'I seek;
There shall I hang soon above
Little ones with open beak.'

One cries out, 'Lo! my address!
Rhodes, the palace of the knights;
Year by year, my nest I tress
On the black-stone pillar heights.'

Says a fifth, 'Old age, you see,
Weighs me down, I scarce can fly;
Malta's terraced rock for me!
Azure wave and azure sky!'

And the sixth, 'In Cairo fair,
On a lofty minaret,
Mud head-quarters lined with hair
Make me winter quite forget.'

'At the second cataract,'
Says the last, ''mid beauties brown,
Is my nest. The place exact
Is a granite monarch's crown'

All: 'To-morrow many miles
File by file, we shall have gone.
Peaks of snow, and plains, and isles,
Vanish far,—yet on,—still on!'