For thee the sunlight creeps across the lawn,
For thee the ships are drawn down to the waves,
For thee the markets throng with myriad slaves,
For thee the hammer on the anvil rings,
For thee the poet of beguilement sings.
from The Story of Hassan of Bagdad and How He Came to Make the Golden Journey to Samarkand by James Elroy Flecker
as said by Diana Rigg in On Her Majesty's Secret Service
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