With joy; and all the pleasant life they led, They three, in that long-distant summertime, The castle, and the dewy woods, and hunt And hound, and morn on those delightful hills 630 In Ader-baijan. And he saw that youth, 640 "Is this, then, Ruksh? How often, in past days, When first I saw thee; and thy heart spoke | My mother told me of thee, thou brave Quick, quick! for numbered are my sands of life, And swift; for like the lightning to this field I came, and like the wind I go away, Sudden, and swift, and like a passing wind; But it was writ in Heaven that this should be." So said he; and his voice released the heart Of Rustum, and his tears broke forth; he cast His arms round his son's neck, and wept aloud, And kissed him. And awe fell on both the hosts, When they saw Rustum's grief; and Ruksh, the horse, 730 With the snow-headed Zal, and all my friends. And I will lay thee in that lovely earth, And heap a stately mound above thy bones, And plant a far-seen pillar over all, And men shall not forget thee in thy grave. And I will spare thy host; yea, let them go! Let them all cross the Oxus back in peace! What should I do with slaying any more? For would that all whom I have ever slain Might be once more alive, my bitterest foes, 810 And they who were called champions in their time, And through whose death I won that fame And I were nothing but a common man, Or rather would that I, even I myself, Not thou of mine! and I might die, not thou; 820 And I, not thou, be borne to Seistan; thine; In a voice that she will know, - This way, this way! "Mother dear, we cannot stay! The wild white horses foam and fret." Margaret Margaret ! Come, dear children, come away down: Call no more! One last look at the white-walled town, 20 And the little gray church on the windy shore; Then come down! She will not come, though you call all day; Come away, come away! Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay, - Children dear, was it yesterday? Children dear, was it yesterday ? 30 41 50 On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell. She sighed, she looked up through the clear green sea; She said, "I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little gray church on the shore today. |