Shooting together, both of us left-handed,
He speaks to me of Mongolia
So I tell him of Coleridge's dream
And recite the fragment I remember:

        In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
        A stately pleasure dome decree
        Where Alph the sacred river ran
        Through caverns measureless to man
        Down to a sunless sea

This fragment and yurts and hunting with hawks is just about all I know of Mongolia.

I wish him well in his studies.
He bids me good night with the hint
Of a southern accent.

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