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White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, / And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; / There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared, / It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard, / It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips, / For the inmost sea of all the earth is shake with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the cape of Italy, / They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea, / And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss, / And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross.