It brings a crystalled muriate.
But, in the land of Moslem mosque,
Of cool sherbet, and scimitar,
Of harem dark and fair kiosk,
It hath an office fouler far
Than e’en the headsman’s sinecure:
For slighted loves and jealousies
It finds a never-failing cure
Deep in the dark Borysthenes.
The fleecy flocks on Scotia’s hills;