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Evening Star, Issue 16624, 5 January 1918, Page 8

"BY THE DRSERT.". Palo sands, and distant, dark'ning hills. Beyond tho world's encircling rim. A slow canal that curves and winds Thro' plumed reeds into tho dim, Vast desert. Purple, stm-drenohed naze Above the dessrt: pulsing roseBehind tho mountains, lincs~of gold. A little sunset wind that blows Prom somewhere into nowhere. Stran2e, Warm scents; the smell of brown dust dr y, ■ Yfit_ chill—the breath of ages! O'er The rippling water, one wild cry Across the drifting sand, the cry women wailing for their dead, ring- of camels drowned in haze. A Bedouin with silent tread And still, shy eyes. Among the reeds A boat's black" masts against the sky. Grey palms! Soft tamarisks! A jfock .Of pink flamingoes sailing" by. An Arab's sudden snatch of song— The tom-tom's throb upon the air; The shrill 'muezzin far and near, Calling the faithful unto prayer. Then, silence! —drowning whisp'ring sound, Slow filling day unto the brim, And running "o'er. Beyond the dark— Somewhere—the desert vague and dim! Myjra Hoßfts. in the 'Australasian.'