II.

The Imam's cry in Ghazna Has died upon the air, And day's great life begins to throng Each stately street and square. The loose-robed turban'd merchants-- The fur-clad mountaineers-- The chiefs' brocaded elephants-- The Kurdmans' group of spears-- Grave men beneath the awning Of every gay bazar Ranging their costly merchandise, Shawl, gem, and glittering jar-- The outworn files arriving Of some vast Caravan, With dusky men and camels tall, Before the crowded khan;-- All that fills kingly cities With traffic, wealth, and din, Resounds, imperial Ghazna, This morn thy walls within.