To arms, and cry for vengeance upon thee. Oh, could I live till I that grief had seen! gray With age, and rules over the valiant Koords. But a dark rumor will be bruited up, aloud, 600 And so he deemed that either Sohrab took, By a false boast, the style of Rustum's son; Or that men gave it him, to swell his fame. So deemed he: yet he listened, plunged in thought; And his soul set to grief, as the vast tide Of the bright rocking ocean sets to shore At the full moon; tears gathered in his eyes; For he remembered his own early youth, And all its bounding rapture; as, at dawn, The shepherd from his mountain-lodge descries 621 |