Cambuscan; or, The Squire's Tale - Part 69

So faid — he to the king's attentive ear,
With rev'rence due, the mystic word unfolds;
The monarch bow'd, and with concealing care
The word repeats, and fast the bridle holds;
Quick as life's current glides along the veins,
The warm sensation so his touch perceiv'd,
That thaw'd the stiffness of the brazen reins,
While the firm chest with new vibration heav'd:
His eyes their fire resum'd, he rais'd his head,
And stately walk'd along, as pleas'd the sultan led.
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