Classic Poem

Now the shrill trumpet warn'd the flight of day,
The loud Muizin call'd to ev'ning pray'r;
When rose Cambuscan, such his usual way,
With all his court to worship to repair.
That duty paid, — returning as they pass
Along the spacious castle's outer square,
The sultan stopp'd to view the steed of brass,
Incompass'd as he stood by numbers there;
And begs the knight the secret would disclose,
To which the beauteous form the pow'rs of motion owes.