Produced by sp1nd, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) Encircled by the fiery, trackless sand, A fainting Arab halted at a well Held in the hollow of the desert's hand. Empty! Hope vanished, and he gasped and fell. At night the West Wind wafted o'er the land The welcome dew, a promise to foretell: Hers this result, for which she bade him stand.…
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