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The grime is on the window pane	A
Pale the London sunbeams fall	B
And show the smudge of mildew stain	A
Which lies on the distempered wall	B
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I am a cripple as you see	C
And here I lie a broken thing	D
But God has given flight to me	C
That mocks the swiftest eagle wing	D
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For if I will to see or hear	E
Quick as the thought my spirit flies	F
And lo the picture flashes clear	G
Through all the mist of centuries	H
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I can recall the Tigris' strand	I
Where once the Turk and Tartar met	J
When the great Lord of Samarcand	J
Struck down the Sultan Bajazet	J
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Under a ten league swirl of dust	J
The roaring battle swings and sways	K
Now reeling down now upward thrust	J
The crescent sparkles through the haze	K
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I see the Janissaries fly	L
I see the chain mailed leader fall	B
I hear the Tekbar clear and high	L
The true believer's battle call	B
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And tossing o'er the press I mark	M
The horse tail banner over all	B
Shaped like the smudge of mildew dark	M
That lies on the distempered wall	B
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And thus the meanest thing I see	C
Will set a scene within my brain	A
And every sound that comes to me	C
Will bring strange echoes back again	N
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Hark now In rhythmic monotone	O
You hear the murmur of the mart	J
The low deep unremitting moan	O
That comes from weary London's heart	J
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But I can change it to the hum	P
Of multitudinous acclaim	Q
When triple walled Byzantium	P
Re echoes the Imperial name	Q
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I hear the beat of armed feet	J
The legions clanking on their way	R
The long shout rims from street to street	J
With rolling drum and trumpet bray	R
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So I hear it rising falling	D
Till it dies away once more	S
And I hear the costers calling	D
Mid the weary London roar	S
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Who shall pity then the lameness	C
Which still holds me from the ground	J
Who commiserate the sameness	C
Of the scene that girds me round	J
	-
Though I lie a broken wreck	T
Though I seem to want for all	B
Still the world is at my beck	T
And the ages at my call	B

Arthur Conan Doyle

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