5. A thousand pilgrims strain Arm, shoulder, breast, and thigh, with might and main, To drag that sacred wain, And scarce can draw along the enormous load. Their self-devoted bodies there they lay On Jaga-Naut they call: The ponderous Car rolls on, and crushes all. Through flesh and bones it ploughs its dreadful path. Groans rise unheard; the dying cry, And death and agony Are trodden under foot by yon mad throng, Who follow close, and thrust the deadly wheels along. 6. Pale grows the Maid at this accursed sight: Have roused her with affright, And fear hath given to her dilated eyes Where shall those eyes be turned? She knows not where! Downward they dare not look, for there Nor can her patient looks to Heaven repair, Spreads his seven hideous heads, and wide side: And all around, behind, before, And the double double peals of the drum are there, And the eyelids drop as stunned and spent. Fain would the Maid have kept them fast; But open they start at the crack of the blast. 7. Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia! where, And, if he reck not for my misery, O Maid! thou feelest, but believ'st it not; All forms of fear, in that firm trust secure. 8. She needs that faith, she needs that consolation; For now the Car hath measured back its track Of death, and hath re-entered now its station. There, in the Temple-court, with song and dance, A harlot-band, to meet the Maid, advance. The drum hath ceased its peals; the trump and gong Are still; the frantic crowd forbear their yells; And sweet it was to hear the voice of song, And the sweet music of their girdle-bells, Armlets and anklets, that, with cheerful sound, Symphonious tinkled as they wheeled around. 9. They sung a bridal measure, A song of pleasure, A hymn of joyance and of gratulation : For thee the God descends in expectation! He leaves his Heaven, O Maid of matchless charms ! Thus to the inner fane, With circling dance and hymeneal strain, And there they laid her on the bridal bed. Then forth they go, and close the Temple-gate, And leave the wretched Kailyal to her fate. 10. Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia! where?" Anguish and agony, and hopeless prayer, But, as the abominable Priest drew nigh, She thought her own deliverer had been near; And, in the fiendish joy within his eyes, 11. "Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia! where?" With vengeance dashed him, quivering there in gore. Nor that celestial falchion, which in fight bound, And at the feet of Lorrinite is laid. 12. Meantime the scattered members of the slain, And that foul Spirit, upon vengeance bent, "Lo! here," quoth Lorrinite, "thou seest thy foe! Him in the Ancient Sepulchres, below The billows of the Ocean, will I lay : To that dread scene of durance and despair, To chain him in the Tombs. Meantime, do thou, |