Into a pit and ask return of thee."
Once more Ben Ali was brought low, to see
The king's clenched hand, fixed look, and rigid frown,
Thrust from the palace gate to wander down,
Stripped of his silks, in poverty and shame,
Into the market where the traders came
With files of sag-necked camels o'er the sands,
Bringing the corded wares of hidden lands.
And walking there with eyes now wet and dim,
He sought the beggar, found, and said to him: