As seamen on the seas With song and dance descry Adown the morning breeze An islet in the sky:
In Araby the dry, As o’er the sandy plain The panting camels cry To smell the coming rain.
So all things over earth A common law obey And rarity and worth Pass, arm in arm, away;
And even so, today, The printer and the bard, In pressless Davos, pray Their sixpenny reward.