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I am poor and old and blind; / The sun burns me, and the wind / Blows through the city gate / And covers me with dust / From the wheels of the august / Justinian the Great.
It was for him I chased / The Persians o'er wild and waste, / As General of the East; / Night after night I lay / In their camps of yesterday; / Their forage was my feast.