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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456061" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Moon of Ramadân</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunset melts upon the Nile, <br>The stony desert glows, <br>Beneath heaven's universal smile, <br>One burning damask rose; <br>And like a Peri's pearly boat, <br>No longer than a span, <br>Look, faint on fiery sky afloat, <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our boat drifts idly with the Stream, <br>Our boatmen ship the oar; <br>Vistas of endless temples gleam <br>On either topaz shore; <br>And swimming over groves of Palm, <br>A crescent weak and wan, <br>There steals into the perfect calm <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All nature seems to bask in peace <br>And hush her lowest sigh; <br>Above the river's golden fleece <br>The happy Halcyons fly. <br>And lost in some old lotos dream, <br>The pensive Pelican <br>Sees mirrored in the mazy stream <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black outlined on the golden air <br>A turbaned Silhouette, <br>The Mueddin invites to prayer <br>From many a Minaret. <br>Our dusky boatmen hear the call, <br>And prostrate, man on man, <br>They bow, adoring, one and all, <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Luxor's rose-flushed columns shine <br>Above the river's brim, <br>The priests with incense once, and wine, <br>Made sacrifice to Him, <br>The highest god of Thebes, and head <br>Of all the heavenly clan; <br>But now the Moslem hails instead <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gods have come, the gods have gone, <br>Yet wedded to their walls, <br>Winged with the serpent of the Sun <br>In mute processionals, <br>They stride from door to massy door, <br>Bound nations in their van, <br>Though Amon's Sun has waned before <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, even proud Egypt's proudest king, <br>Who chastised rebel lands, <br>And brought his gods for offering <br>Mountains of severed hands; <br>Who singly, like a god of War, <br>Smote hosts that swerved and ran, <br>Lies low 'neath Allah's scimetar-- <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Isis, Queen, whose sacred disk's <br>Horned splendour crowned her brow, <br>While fires of flashing Obelisks <br>Flamed in the Afterglow; <br>And white-robed priests who served her shrine <br>Have turned Mahommedan, <br>And worship Him who wears for sign <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rosy lotos, flower and leaf, <br>Which wreathed each sacred lake, <br>With Nature's loveliest bas-relief, <br>Has followed in their wake; <br>Yea, with the last true Pharaoh's death, <br>The lotos leaves, grown wan, <br>Have changed to lily white beneath <br>The Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gods may come, the gods may go, <br>And royal realms change hands; <br>But the most ancient Nile will flow, <br>And flood the desert sands; <br>And nightly will he glass the stars' <br>Unearthly caravan, <br>Nor care if it be Rome's red Mars <br>Or Moon of Ramadân. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunset fades upon the Nile; <br>The desert's stony gloom, <br>Receding blankly mile on mile, <br>Grows silent as a tomb. <br>All weary wanderers, man and beast, <br>Hie, fasting, to the Khan, <br>While shines above their nightly feast <br>The Moon of Ramadân.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</a><div class=q>
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The stony desert glows, 
Beneath heaven's universal smile, 
One burning damask rose; 
And like a Peri's pearly boat, 
No longer than a span, 
Look, faint on fiery sky afloat, 
The Moon of Ramadân. 

Our boat drift..."></div>
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