The kaffirs also (whom God curse!) Vex one another, night, and day : There are the lepers, and all sick : There are the poor who faint alway. All these have sorrow, and keep still, Whilst other men make cheer, and sing. Wilt thou have pity on all these? No, nor on this dead dog, O King! THE KING. O Vizier, thou art old, I young. Clear in these things I cannot see. My head is burning; and a heat Is in my skin which angers me. But hear ye this, ye sons of men! They that bear rule, and are obey'd, Unto a rule more strong than theirs Are in their turn obedient made. In vain therefore, with wistful eyes Gazing up hither, the poor man, Who loiters by the high-heap'd booths, Below there, in the Registàn, 16 Says, "Happy he, who lodges there! And for this drought, all kinds of fruits, "With cherries serv'd in drifts of snow." In vain hath a king power to build Houses, arcades, enamell'd mosques; And to make orchard closes, fill'd With curious fruit trees, bought from far; With cisterns for the winter rain; And in the desert, spacious inns In divers places; — if that pain Is not more lighten'd, which he feels, If his will be not satisfied: And that it be not, from all time Thou wert a sinner, thou poor man! Thou wert athirst; and didst not see, That, though we snatch what we desire, We must not snatch it eagerly. And I have meat and drink at will, Even the great honor which I have, I have a fretted brick-work tomb Upon a hill on the right hand, Thither, O Vizier, will I bear This man my pity could not save; And, plucking up the marble flags, There lay his body in my grave. Bring water, nard, and linen rolls. Wash off all blood, set smooth each limb. "He was not wholly vile, Then say; Because a king shall bury him." THE HARP-PLAYER ON ETNA. I. THE LAST GLEN. THE track winds down to the clear stream, : Of noon is broken there by chestnut boughs Is freshen'd by the leaping stream, which throws And stream, and sward, and chestnut trees, End here: Etna beyond, in the broad glare Slope behind slope, up to the peak, lies bare; In such a glen, on such a day, The tides: and then of mortal wars, And of the life that Heroes lead Before they reach the Elysian place And rest in the immortal mead: And all the wisdom of his race. |