SUMMER-DAY THOUGHTS. O77 
weird array of Arab camels, bowing their long necks tufted 
with crimson braids, and measuring the brown sands of the 
desert with ghost-like tread. ’Tis the moon of Egypt and 
the waters of the Nile; ’tis the palm-bough waves for him; 
and women, free-limbed, with flashing eyes, and antique 
water-vases on their heads, move past him from the low- 
rimmed shadowy wells. And he sees them there and smiles. 
He sees on the beach by the sea the summer idler sitting 
beneath the jutting rock, gazing far out upon the sea, yet 
ignoring the white sails that pass up and down before him, as 
BY THE SEA. 
well as the open volume upon his knee, while his thoughts 
float outward and upward with the graceful wreaths of smoke 
that encircle his head; and if of a practical turn, he listlessly 
wonders why, if his own delightful land furnishes some 
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