As if I asked a common Alms,
And in my wondering hand
A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,
And I, bewildered, stand —
As if I asked the Orient
Had it for me a Morn —
And it should lift its purple Dikes,
And shatter me with Dawn!
As if I asked a common Alms,
And in my wondering hand
A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,
And I, bewildered, stand —
As if I asked the Orient
Had it for me a Morn —
And it should lift its purple Dikes,
And shatter me with Dawn!
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