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- IN dreams I see the Dromedary still,
- As once in a gay park I saw him stand:
- A thousand eyes in vulgar wonder scanned
- His humps and hairy neck, and gazed their fill
- At his lank shanks and mocked with laughter shrill.
- He never moved: and if his Eastern land
- Flashed on his eye with stretches of hot sand,
- It wrung no mute appeal from his proud will.
- He blinked upon the rabble lazily;
- And still some trace of majesty forlorn
- And a coarse grace remained: his head was high,
- Though his gaunt flanks with a great mange were worn:
- There was not any yearning in his eye,
- But on his lips and nostril infinite scorn.
- A.Y. Campbell
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