text:  The loose-robed turban'd merchants-- The fur-clad mountaineers-- The chiefs' brocaded elephants-- The Kurdmans' group of spears-- Grave men beneath the awning Of every gay bazar Ranging their costly merchandise Shawl gem and glittering jar-- The outworn files arriving Of some vast Caravan With dusky men and camels tall Before the crowded khan;-- All that fills kingly cities With traffic wealth and din Resounds imperial Ghazna This morn thy walls within