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Akra the Slave
Akra the Slave
Akra the Slave
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DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "Akra the Slave" by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
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Release dateAug 15, 2022
ISBN8596547174684
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    Akra the Slave - Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

    Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

    Akra the Slave

    EAN 8596547174684

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

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    "

    Six years ago, I wrote this story down,

    While yet the light of Eastern skies

    Was in my eyes,

    And still my heart, aglow with memories

    Of sun-enraptured seas,

    And that old sea-girt town.

    Where, down dark alleys of enchanted night,

    We stole, until we came

    To where the great dome glimmered white.

    And every minaret,

    A shaft of pearly flame,

    Beneath the cloudy moon …

    Six years ago!

    Ah! soon--too soon,

    Our tale, too, will be told:

    And yet, and yet,

    From this old Eastern tale we know,

    Love's story never can grow old,

    Till Love, himself, forget.

    AKRA THE SLAVE

    He thought to see me tremble

    And totter as an oar-snapt reed,

    When he spake death to me--

    My courage, toppled in the dust,

    Even as the head of cactus

    The camel-keeper slashes

    That his beasts may browse, unscathed,

    The succulent, wounded green.

    He thought to have me, broken,

    And grovelling at his feet;

    Mouthing and mumbling to his sandal-ties,

    In stammering dread of death--

    Aye! even as a king,

    Who, having from death's

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