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A TAWNY terror in the light
That beats against each minaret.
Sands that entombed Osiris fight
With Allah, and shall vanquish yet.

The Sphinx awaits it; and the wind,
Born of the desert, sends a cry
Across her lips, lest she rescind
Her smile—that says all gods shall die.
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