Tamam Shud
And the Wazir shrieked "Halt!" at the rhymes.
But as he slept that night the Dreamer prayed
That understanding might bedew his head.
And so it was. The fountain of the Dawn
Rose in the whiteness of the month Rajab,
Washing the desert stones, and made each body
Shine as the sun-swift chariot of a soul.
While the last swimmer in the sea of slumber,
Out of the deep, its jungled bottom, its ghosts,