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I am poor and old and blind	A
The sun burns me and the wind	A
Blows through the city gate	B
And covers me with dust	C
From the wheels of the august	C
Justinian the Great	B
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It was for him I chased	D
The Persians o'er wild and waste	D
As General of the East	E
Night after night I lay	F
In their camps of yesterday	F
Their forage was my feast	E
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For him with sails of red	G
And torches at mast head	G
Piloting the great fleet	H
I swept the Afric coasts	I
And scattered the Vandal hosts	I
Like dust in a windy street	H
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For him I won again	J
The Ausonian realm and reign	K
Rome and Parthenope	L
And all the land was mine	M
From the summits of Apennine	N
To the shores of either sea	O
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For him in my feeble age	P
I dared the battle's rage	P
To save Byzantium's state	B
When the tents of Zabergan	N
Like snow drifts overran	N
The road to the Golden Gate	B
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And for this for this behold	Q
Infirm and blind and old	Q
With gray uncovered head	G
Beneath the very arch	R
Of my triumphal march	R
I stand and beg my bread	G
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Methinks I still can hear	S
Sounding distinct and near	T
The Vandal monarch's cry	U
As captive and disgraced	D
With majestic step he paced	D
All all is Vanity	O
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Ah vainest of all things	V
Is the gratitude of kings	V
The plaudits of the crowd	W
Are but the clatter of feet	H
At midnight in the street	H
Hollow and restless and loud	W
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But the bitterest disgrace	X
Is to see forever the face	X
Of the Monk of Ephesus	X
The unconquerable will	Y
This too can bear I still	Y
Am Belisarius	X

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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