Labid Poems

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And many a bitter morn of wind and cold
And many a bitter morn of wind and cold
I curbed,
When its reins were in the hand
of the north wind.
I defended the tribe, my battle gear borne
by a winning courser,
Her reins my sash when I went
forth at dawn.
Then I mounted a lookout post
on a narrow, wind-blown peak
Whose dust rose to the . . .
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