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[370] Proud in the Syrian sun,
In gold and purple sheen,
The dusky Ethiop queen
Smiled on King Solomon.
Wisest of men, he knew
The languages of all
The creatures great or small
That trod the earth or flew.
Across an ant-hill led
The king's path, and he heard
Its small folk, and their word
He thus interpreted:
“Here comes the king men greet
As wise and good and just,
To crush us in the dust
Under his heedless feet.”
The great king bowed his head,
And saw the wide surprise
Of the Queen of Sheba's eyes
As he told her what they said.
‘O king!’ she whispered sweet,
“Too happy fate have they
Who perish in thy way
Beneath thy gracious feet!
“Thou of the God-lent crown,
Shall these vile creatures dare
Murmur against thee where
The knees of kings kneel down?”
Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company, 1888-89.
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