"Thou, too, art fallen, Bagdad! City of Peace, Thou too hast had thy day; And loathsome Ignorance and brute Servitude Pollute thy dwellings now, Erst for the mighty and the wise renowned. O, yet illustrious for remembered fame,— Thy founder the Victorious,—and the pomp Of Haroun, for whose name by blood defiled, Yahia’s, and the blameless Barmecides’, Genius hath wrought salvation,—and the years When Science with the good Al-Maimon dwelt; So one day may the Crescent from thy mosques Be plucked by Wisdom, when the enlightened arm Of Europe conquers to redeem the East!Then Pomp and Pleasure dwelt within her walls; The merchants of the East and of the West Met in her arched bazaars; All day the active poor Showered a cool comfort o’er her thronging streets; Labour was busy in her looms; Through all her open gates Long troops of laden camels lined the roads, And Tigris bore upon his tameless stream Armenian harvests to her multitudes."