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POTIPHAR'S WIFE
III.
Inwardly, by an alley of black shade,
The footstep passed on checkered slabs set square,
Into a walled court; where a colonnade
Framed a glad garden full of odors rare
From heavy blooms and fruits. Without was seen
Golden Noon flaming, here 'twas Evening green!
Inwardly, by an alley of black shade,
The footstep passed on checkered slabs set square,
Into a walled court; where a colonnade
Framed a glad garden full of odors rare
From heavy blooms and fruits. Without was seen
Golden Noon flaming, here 'twas Evening green!
IV.
And all the wall was painted movingly
With high-wrought lore, and solemn-storied things:
Anubis, herding souls, was there to see,
And Thoth the Judge: and proud-apparelled kings
Driving to wars, and bringing spoil again,
Their chariot-wheels rose-red with blood of slain.
And all the wall was painted movingly
With high-wrought lore, and solemn-storied things:
Anubis, herding souls, was there to see,
And Thoth the Judge: and proud-apparelled kings
Driving to wars, and bringing spoil again,
Their chariot-wheels rose-red with blood of slain.
V.
And elsewhere Heaven was shown, with bliss unbroken,
Whereto those mild immortal sisters lend,
And elsewhere Heaven was shown, with bliss unbroken,
Whereto those mild immortal sisters lend,
