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What rider spurs him from the darkening east
As from a forest, and with rapid pound
Of hooves, now light, now louder on hard ground, / Approaches, and rides past with speed increased, / Dark spots and flecks of foam upon his beast?
What shouts he from the saddle, turning 'round, / As he rides on? -"Greetings! "-I made the sound;
"Greetings from Nineveh! "-it seemed, at least.
Did someone catch the object that he flung? He held some object on his saddle-bow, / And flung it towards us as he passed; among
The children then it fell most likely; no, / 'Tis here: a little bell without a tongue. Listen; it has a faint voice even so.