Now lifts an anxious and expectant eye, Courting the wonted caress. XVIII. Or comes the Fathers of the Rains When the waters fill When the door-curtain hangs in heavier folds, Entwines the strong palm-fibres ; 9 by the hearth XIX. Or when the winter torrent rolls Down the deep-channell'd rain-course, foamingly, Filling his yielded faculties; A vague, a dizzy, a tumultuous joy. Floating like streamers on the wind 'Tis the cool evening hour: The Tamarind from the dew Sheathes its young fruit, yet green. 17 Intones the holy Book, 18 What if beneath no lamp-illumin'd dome, Its marble walls 19 bedeck'd with flourish'd truth, Azure and gold adornment! sinks the word With deeper influence from the Imam's voice, Where in the day of congregation, crowds Perform the duty-task? Their Father is their Priest, The Stars of Heaven their point of prayer, 20 The glorious Temple, where they feel XXII. Yet through the purple glow of eve Shines dimly the white moon. The slacken'd bow, the quiver, the long lance, Rest on the pillar of the Tent. 21 Knitting light palm-leaves for her brother's brow, 22 The dark-eyed damsel sits; Up his curl'd pipe inhales The tranquillizing herb. So listen they the reed 23 of Thalaba, The low, sweet, soothing, melancholy tones. And eloquent arms, and sobs that reach the heart, 25 How happily the years Of Thalaba went by! XXIV. Yet was the heart of Thalaba The task for him decreed, The mighty and mysterious work announced. Day by day, with youthful ardour, He the call of Heaven awaits, And oft in visions, o'er the Murderer's head, He lifts the avenging arm; And oft, in dreams, he sees The Sword that is circled with fire. XXV. One morn, as was their wont, in sportive mood, « When will the hour arrive,» exclaim'd the youth, Have I not strength, my father, for the deed? The admiring girl survey'd His out-spread sails of green; One closely to the grass-green body furl'd, « And know'st thou what is written here, My father?» said the Maid. << Look, Thalaba! perchance these lines Are in the letters of the Ring, Nature's own language, written here.>> XXXII. The youth bent down, and suddenly For these mysterious lines were legible,.. 33 And Moath look'd, and read the lines aloud; The Locust shook his wings and fled, And they were silent all. XXXIII. Who then rejoiced but Thalaba? Who then was troubled but the Arabian Maid? And Moath sad of heart, Though with a grief supprest, beheld the youth And now new-plume their shafts, XXXIV. <<<Why is that anxious look,» Oneiza cried, « Still upward cast at noon? The Spirit hung towards him when she ceas'd, As though with actual lips she would have given A mother's kiss. His arms outstretch'd, His body bending on, His mouth unclos'd, and trembling into speech, He prest to meet the blessing,.. but the wind Played on his cheek: he look'd, and he beheld The darkness close. « Again! again!» he cried, << Let me again behold thee!» from the darkness His Mother's voice went forth; «Thou shalt behold me in the hour of death.>> IV. Day dawns, the twilight gleam dilates, Rides through rejoicing heaven. Old Moath and his daughter, from their tent, A lessening image, trembling through their tears. Visions of high emprize And if sometimes to Moath's tent The involuntary mind recurr'd, In dreams like these he went, And Hope and Memory made a mingled joy. Usurp the desolate palace, and the weeds Of Falsehood root in the aged pile of Truth. How have you heard the tale? THALABA. Thus-on a time The Angels at the wickedness of man Express'd indignant wonder; that in vain Tokens and signs were given, and Prophets sent,— Strange obstinacy this! a stubbornness Of sin, they said, that should for ever bar The gates of mercy on them. Allah heard Their unforgiving pride, and bade that two Of these untempted Spirits should descend, Judges on Earth. Haruth and Maruth went, The chosen Sentencers; they fairly heard The appeals of men to their tribunal brought, And rightfully decided. At the length A Woman came before them; beautiful Zohara was as yonder Evening star, In the mild lustre 2 of whose lovely light Even now her beauty shines. They gaz'd on her With fleshly eyes, they tempted her to sin. The wily woman listen'd, and requir'd A previous price, the knowledge of the name Of God. 3 She learnt the wonder-working name, And gave it utterance, and its virtue bore her Up to the glorious Presence, and she told Before the awful Judgment-Seat her tale. OLD MAN. I know the rest. The accused Spirits were called: They own'd their crime, and heard the doom deserv'd. THALABA. So I am taught. OLD MAN. The common tale! and likely thou hast heard THALABA. Is it not the truth? OLD MAN. Son, thou hast seen the Traveller in the sands Move through the dizzy light of hot noon-day, Huge as the giant race of elder times, 4 And his Camel, than the monstrous Elephant, Seem of a vaster bulk. THALABA. A frequent sight. OLD MAN. And hast thou never, in the twilight, fancied Familiar object into some strange shape And form uncouth? THALABA. Aye! many a time. OLD MAN. Even so Things view'd at distance through the mist of fear, By their distortion terrify and shock The abused sight. THALABA. But of these Angels' fate Thus in the uncreated book is writtenOLD MAN. Wisely, from legendary fables, Heaven, Inculcates wisdom. THALABA. How then is the truth? Is not the dungeon of their punishment By ruin'd Babylon? OLD MAN. By Babylon Haruth and Maruth may be found. THALABA And there Magicians learn their impious sorcery? OLD MAN. Son, what thou sayest is true, and it is false. But night approaches fast; I have travelled far, And my old lids are heavy;-on our way We shall have hours for converse ;-let us now Turn to our due repose. Son, peace be with thee! X. So in his loosen'd cloak The Old Man wrapt himself, 5 And laid his limbs at length: And Thalaba in silence laid him down. Awhile he lay, and watch'd the lovely Moon, O'er whose broad orb the boughs A mazy fretting fram'd, Or with a pale transparent green Lighting the restless leaves, The thin Acacia leaves that play'd above. The murmuring wind, the moving leaves, Lull'd him at length to sleep, With mingled lullabies of sight and sound. XI. Not so the dark Magician by his side, And, bending over him survey'd him near; XII. Wrapt in his mantle Thalaba repos'd, A quiet, moveless light. Vainly the Wizard vile put forth his hand, And strove to reach the gem, Charms, strong as hell could make them, made it safe. He bade the genii rob the sleeping youth. |