Now on that tomb sleep evening's mellow rays, Mighty of eld! interpreter of dreams! Stern, mystic, awful, as his sacred themes! We pause, and doubt his very bones can rest Beneath this heathy turf, the wild-bird's nest; Yet here stood Susa, there those waters roll, Where heaven-born visions burst on Daniel's soul; Yes, he, the favored of Chaldea's kings, Who swept the future's depths on prophet-wings, Hath oft, perchance, roamed here in thought sublime, Mused by these murmuring waves, unchanged by time, At night's deep hour yon lonely mountains trod, Mourned for his captive race, and called on God. * Susa! that held the wealth of Persia's kings, With groves so shady, and with streams so bright, Crowning the maid he lured amid their flowers With blooms all fresh as those in Eden's bowers. Alas for Susa! Climb we thoughtful, slow, The lutes of maids, the bulbul's melting song, Yet interest haloes still fair Susa's name, And hearts unborn shall treasure up her fame, Shall thrill sweet Esther's varied tale to hear, And for the wrongs of Vashti ask a tear. Pilgrims, when we are dust, shall climb this mound, And gaze like us, and sink in thought profound. Here, too, when day along the desert dies, And sunset glories slowly quit the skies, Will lean the dreamer, and in fancy see Gay sights of old, and pomp no more to be. High on yon pile where rays of violet fall, Will feast Darius, throned amidst his hall, In deeper shade sad Vashti wander by, Weep for her lord, and breathe her fruitless sigh. Thus. THUS. HAH MAHOMET full well had dined, SHAH And his soul to be merry is fully inclined. In the garden at twilight, on purple seat With looks respectful his servants stand: From marble vases a fiery gush Like Odalisques with graceful arms Stand fanning themselves the slender palms. The cypresses stand with branches unfurled, But sudden to strains of the lute erelong The Shah sprang up, as if sorely perplexed: 'Who wrote of this song the charming text?" Ansari, from whom he sought to know it, "Ferdusi!" exclaimed the prince in dismay, Ansari gave answer: 'In poverty great He has lived full long in a mournful state "At Thus, the native town of the bard, Where he in his garden works full hard.” Shah Mahomet paused, and presently said: "Ansari, a thought has come into my head. "To my stables make haste, and with hands unthrifty Take a hundred mules, and camels fifty. And lade them all with every treasure That fills the heart of a mortal with pleasure, "With splendid articles, rich and rare, With costly dresses and furniture fair "Of sandalwood and ivory white, With gold and silver tissues dight; "With precious-handled goblets and pots, And leopard-skins, all covered with spots, "With carpets and shawls and the richest brocade That in my kingdom has ever been made. "And don't forget to pack with the rest "As well as drinks of every kind And eatables such as in pots we find, "And almond cakes and sweetmeats Egyptian, And gingerbread of every description, 66 And also add a dozen steeds "And likewise a dozen slaves, black as coals, With bodies of steel, and sturdy souls. "Ansari, when all these things thou hast got, Thou must start on thy journey, and linger not. "Thou must take them all with my kind regard To Thus, to Ferdusi, the mighty bard." |