We Read The Flying Courser'S Name Upon His Side, In Marks Of Flame; And, By Their Turbaned Brows Alone, The Warriors Of The East Are Known. But In The Lover'S Glowing Eyes, The Inlet To His Bosom Lies; Through Them We See The Small Faint Mark, Where Love Has Dropt His Burning Spark!
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