Yea, Soul, and should our prophet say That form was nought but breathing clay, By Alla! I would answer nay; Though on Al-Sirat's "arch I stood, 480 Ere from the cloud that gave it birth, Thus armed with beauty would she check Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise. Thus high and graceful was her gait; Her heart as tender to her mate Her mate-stern Hassan, who was he? Alas! that name was not for thee! Stern Hassan hath a journey ta'en 515 With twenty vassals in his train, 520 Each arm'd as best becomes a man Which still, though gemm'd and boss'd with gold, Even robbers tremble to behold. 'Tis said he goes to woo a bride More true than her who left his side; The faithless slave that broke her bower, 535 * The sun's last rays are on the hill, And sparkle in the fountain rill, Whose welcome waters cool and clear, 540 In cities lodg'd too near his lord, Here may he rest where none can see, The bowl a Moslem must not drain. *** * * The foremost Tartar's in the gap, The rest in lengthening line the while Where vultures whet the thirsty beak, And their's may be a feast to-night, 545 550 555 Shall tempt them down ere morrow's light. Beneath, a river's wintry stream Has shrunk before the summer beam, And left a channel bleak and bare, Save shrubs that spring to perish there, 560 Each side the midway path there lay By time or mountain lightning riven, For where is he that hath beheld The peak of Liakura unveil'd? They reach the grove of pine at last, "Bismillah! 26 now the peril's past; 565 "For yonder view the opening plain, "And there we'll prick our steeds amain:" 570 The Chiaus spake, and as he said, A bullet whistled o'er his head; The foremost Tartar bites the ground! Scarce had they time to check the rein Swift from their steeds the riders bound, But three shall never mount again, Unseen the foes that gave the wound, The dying ask revenge in vain. 575 |