Spring up with sudden bound, And madman's gesture, gallop round and round. 9. They seize, they drag him to the Rajah's feet. What doom will now be his? What vengeance meet Will he, who knows no mercy, now require? The obsequious guards around, with bloodhound eye, Look for the word, in slow-consuming fire, By piecemeal death, to make the wretch expire; Or hoist his living carcass, hooked on high, To feed the fowls and insects of the sky; Or, if aught worse inventive cruelty To that remorseless heart of royalty Might prompt, accursed instruments they stand To work the wicked will with wicked hand. Far other thoughts were in the multitude: Pity and human feelings held them still; And stifled sighs and groans suppressed were there, And many a secret curse and inward prayer Called on the insulted Gods to save mankind. Expecting some new crime, in fear they stood,— Some horror which would make the natural blood Start, with cold shudderings thrill the sinking heart, Whiten the lip, and make the abhorrent eye Roll back and close, pressed in for agony. 10. How then fared he for whom the mighty crowd Suffered in spirit thus, how then fared he? A ghastly smile was on his lip, his eye Glared with a ghastly hope, as he drew nigh, The countenance of the Almighty Man 11. He bade the archers pile their weapons there: gore. At noon the massacre begun, And night closed in before the work of death was done. IX. THE HOME-SCENE. 1. THE steam of slaughter from that place of blood Spread o'er the tainted sky. Vultures, for whom the Rajah's tyranny So oft had furnished food, from far and nigh Sped to the lure: aloft, with joyful cry, Wheeling around, they hovered overhead; Or, on the temple perched with greedy eye, Impatient watched the dead. Far off the Tigers, in the inmost wood, Heard the death-shriek, and snuffed the scent of blood: They rose, and through the covert went their way, Couched at the forest edge, and waited for their prey. 2. He who had sought for death went wandering on: He starts like one surprised at finding he is there. 3. Behold his lowly home, By yonder broad-boughed plane o'ershaded! And there the garland twined by Kailyal's hands Around its brow hath faded. The peacocks, at their master's sight, Quick from the leafy thatch alight, And hurry round, and search the ground, And veer their glancing necks from side to side, Expecting from his hand Their daily dole which erst the Maid supplied, Now all too long denied. 4. But, as he gazed around, How strange did all accustomed sights appear! How differently did each familiar sound Assail his altered ear! Here stood the marriage-bower, Reared in that happy hour When he, with festal joy and youthful pride, Had brought Yedillian home, his beauteous bride Leaves not its own, and many a borrowed flower, Had then bedecked it, withering ere the night; But he who looked from that auspicious day For years of long delight, And would not see the marriage-bower decay, There planted and nursed up, with daily care, The sweetest herbs that scent the ambient air, And trained them round to live and flourish there. Nor when dread Yamen's will Had called Yedillian from his arms away, Ceased he to tend the marriage-bower, but still, Sorrowing, had dressed it like a pious rite Due to the monument of past delight. 5. He took his wonted seat before the door,- When he was wont to view, with placid eyes, Their heavy heads were drooping, over-blown: All else appeared the same as heretofore, All save himself alone; How happy then, and now a wretch for evermore! 6. The market-flag, which, hoisted high, Above yon cocoa-grove is seen, Little they know, and less they care: |