Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Fair CircassianRichard Garnett (18351906)
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Up to the Seraglio,
Burning, each and every man,
For the fair Circassian.
Every Vizier wore a beard;
Ere the afternoon was born,
Every Vizier came back shorn.
Woo with an unhairy chin:’
Thus she said, and as she bid
Each devoted Vizier did.
Loop’d it to the balustrade,
Glided down and went away
To her own Circassia.
Somewhat wroth, and presently
In the noose themselves did lend
Every Vizier did suspend.
Of your beards take prudent heed,
And beware the wily plans
Of the fair Circassians.