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Al-Zahra

Not with the Orient glamor of her pleasures,

Nor with fond rhapsodies of prayer or song

Could she her sovereign reign a day prolong;

Not in the things of beauty that man measures

By the variable humor of his leisures,

Or by the credibilities that change

From faith to fantasy to rumor strange,

Was she the mistress of immortal treasures.

But when the holy shrine Europa sought,

Herself of sin and witchcraft to assoil,

The sovereigns of al-Zahra maxims wrought

And Averroes burned his midnight oil;⁠—

Arabia, the bearer of the light,

Still sparkles in the diadem of Night.