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SISERA

Eyes seeking what the distance never brought,
Strained through a lattice-window finely wrought—
Sweet-smelling veil of woven cedar-wood.


Where the white pigeons lit, and softly cooed,
Ere fluttering down to their accustomed food
In the broad, marble, many-creviced court.

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The brook of Kishon slowly reddening;
The trailing chariot, and the bitter ring
Of intercepted, swift-descending swords.

The panting fugitive. The lying words,
'Turn in; behold this tent, it is my lord's!'

The cloak of camel's hair for safe shrouding.