Is filled with shapes of writhing agony.
The desert trains of turbaned merchants wail
From rear to van, with anguish smitten pale;
Cabool and eldest Balk are resonant
With shriek, and dolorous sigh, and Koran chant;
And Persia’s rosy vales are thickly strewn
With lethal shafts that blight her spicy bloom,
And, through the palace of the Caliphate,
At blazing noontide speeds the wingëd fate;
And over all the fields of ancient Roum