Drew by swift magic to her side,
And in a trance he went along
Past friends who questioned of his goal:
"The Brazen Cliffs? The Realms of Musk?
Goes he to Mecca for his soul?..."
The town-light dwindled in the dusk
Behind. Ahead Misr? El Katíf?
The moon far up a brine-green sky
Made Demavend a huge pale reef
Set in an ocean long gone dry.