• There came a man, making his hasty moan
    Before the Sultan Mahmoud on his throne,
    And crying out, “My sorrow is my right,
    And I will see the Sultan, and to-night.”
    “Sorrow,” said Mahmoud, “is a reverend thing:
    I recognize its right, as king with king;
    Speak on.” “A fiend has got into my house,”
    Exclaimed the staring man, “and tortures us...