XLI
One draught, more bitter than the Zakkum tree,
Brought us unto the land of mystery
Where rising Sand and Dust and Flame conceal
The door of every Caravanseri.
XLII
We reach a door and there the legend find.
"To all the Pilgrims of the Human Mind:
Knock and pass on!" We knock and knock and
knock;
But no one answers save the moaning wind
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