THALABA. But Moath is not there; and wouldst thou dwell In a Stranger's tent? thy father then might seek In long and fruitless wandering for his child. ONEIZA. Take me then to Mecca! 7 There let me dwell a servant of the Temple. Bind thou thyself my veil,-to human eye It never shall be lifted. There, whilst thou Shalt go upon thine enterprise, my prayers, Dear Thalaba! shall rise to succour thee, And I shall live,-if not in happiness, Surely in hope. THALABA. Oh think of better things! The will of Heaven is plain: by wonderous ways It led us here, and soon the common voice Will tell what we have done, and how we dwell Under the Shadow of the Sultan's wing; With loveliness, so surely would those thoughts With song, ONEIZA. Thalaba! Thalaba! XXVI. with music, and with dance, An hundred slaves behind them bear On either hand the pages go With torches flaring through the gloom, And trump and timbrel merriment Accompanies their way; And multitudes with loud acclaim Shout blessings on the Bride. And now they reach the palace pile, The palace home of Thalaba, And now the marriage feast is spread, And from the finish'd banquet now The wedding guests are gone. XXVII. Who comes from the bridal chamber?It is Azrael, the Angel of Death. BOOK VIII. Quas potius decuit nostro te inferre sepulchro Heu! gener est Orcas; quique O dulcissima! per te I. WOMAN. Go not among the Tombs, Old Man! There is a madman there. OLD MAN. Will he harm me if I go? WOMAN. Not he, poor miserable man! His utter wretchedness. For all day long he lies on a grave, And never a word he spake; Now, go not among the Tombs, Old Man! OLD MAN. Wherefore has the wrath of God So sorely stricken him? WOMAN. He came a stranger to the land, And did good service to the Sultan, And well his service was rewarded. The Sultan nam'd him next himself, And gave a palace for his dwelling, And dower'd his bride with rich domains. But on his wedding night There came the Angel of Death. Since that hour, a man distracted Among the sepulchres he wanders. The Sultan, when he heard the tale, Said, that for some untold crime Judgment thus had stricken him, And, asking Heaven forgiveness That he had shown him favour, Abandon'd him to want. II. Then to the Sepulchre By the tomb lay Thalaba, In the light of the setting eve; The sun, and the wind, and the rain, His cheeks were fallen in, III. The Old Man knew him not, He raised his countenance, And groan'd in bitterness. Then Moath knew the youth, And feared that he was childless; and he turn'd His eyes, and pointed to the tomb. « Old Man!» cried Thalaba, Thy search is ended there!»> The Cryer from the Minaret Oneiza stood before them. It was She,.. Ilad changed them, livid cheeks, and lips of blue; Than all the loathsomeness of death. << Still art thou living, wretch ?»> X. << This is not she!» the Old Man exclaim'd; « Strike HER!» cried Thalaba, And, palsied of all powers, Gaz'd fixedly upon the dreadful form. But, unobedient to that well-known voice, Perform'd the bidding: through the vampire corpse A sapphire light fell on them, And, garmented with glory, in their sight XI. «O Thalaba!» she cried, Wouldst thou for ever lose me?.. go, fulfil To Moath then the Spirit Turn'd the dark lustre of her Angel eyes; «Short is thy destin'd path, O my dear Father! to the abode of bliss. There with the thought of death And Azrael, the Deliverer, soon Shall visit thee in peace.» XII. They stood with earnest eyes, The soul of Thalaba reviv'd; To-morrow, and the sun shall brace anew In tort vibration, to the arrow's flight. Of heart, shall do my duty. My Father! here I leave thee then!» he cried, Till at the gate of Paradise The eternal union of our joys commence. XIII. The Old Man answered nothing, but he held Of the Tomb Chamber followed him. Old Moath's last embrace, And the last blessing of the good Old Man. XIV. Evening was drawing nigh, When an old Dervise, sitting in the sun He spread the plain repast, Rice and fresh grapes, and at their feet there flow'd The brook of which they drank, XV. So as they sate at meal, With song, with music, and with dance, The veiled bride, the female slaves, The good old Dervise gave A blessing as they past; But Thalaba look'd on, And breath'd a low deep groan, and hid his face. Open'd the young man's heart, XVI. Repine not, O my Son!» the Old Man replied, « That Heaven hath chasten'd thee. Behold this vine, 5 I found it a wild tree, whose wanton strength Had swoln into irregular twigs And bold excrescences, And spent itself in leaves and little rings, In wisdom and in mercy Heaven inflicts, Cold! cold! his blood flows languidly, XX. All waste! no sign of life But the track of the wolf and the bear! No sound but the wild, wild wind, And the snow crunching under his feet! Night is come; no moon, no stars, Only the light of the snow! But behold a fire in the cave of the hill, And thither with strength renew'd XXI. He found a Woman in the cave, Who by the fire was spinning, And singing as she spun. The pine boughs they blazed cheerfully, The XXII. He laid his bow before the hearth, Then as the cheerful fire XXIII. She ceased her spinning while she spake, XXIV. The thread she spun it gleam'd like gold And up she rais'd her bright blue eyes, And fiercely she smil'd on him, « I thank thee, I thank thee, Hodeirah's son! « Sister! Sister! hear my voice! The prize is won, The work is done, For I have made captive Hodeirah's Son.>> XXVIII. Borne in her magic car The Sister Sorceress came, She bade him break the slender thread, XXIX. The She Bear from the chase came in, She bore the prey in her bloody mouth, She laid it at Maimuna's feet, |