"A mile outside of Baldacca's gate I left my forces to lie in wait, Concealed by forests and hillocks of sand, And forward dashed with a handful of men, Ere we reached the town the alarm was spread, And above them the banner of Mohammed: So we snared them all, and the town was subdued. "As in at the gate we rode, behold, A tower that is called the Tower of Gold! And to gaze and gloat with his hungry eye On jewels that gleamed like a glow-worm's spark, "I said to the Kalif:-Thou art old; Thou shouldst not have heaped and hidden it here But have sown through the land these useless hoards These bars of silver thou canst not eat; These jewels and pearls and precious stones Nor keep the feet of Death one hour "Then into his dungeon I locked the drone, In the honey-cells of his golden hive: "When at last we unlocked the door, We found him dead upon the floor; The rings had dropped from his withered hands, A statue of gold with a silver beard, This is the story, strange and true, Told to his brother the Tartar Khan, THE NEW HOUSEHOLD From The Hanging of the Crane' O FORTUNATE, O happy day, When a new household finds its place Into the boundless realms of space! And now I sit and muse on what may be, For two alone, there in the hall Is spread the table round and small: Upon the polished silver shine. The evening lamps, but, more divine, The light of love shines over all; Of love, that says not "mine" and "thine," But ours," for ours is thine and mine. They want no guests, to come between And whatsoever may betide The great, forgotten world outside; They want no guests: they needs must be A CHAUCER N OLD man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark < He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Rise odors of plowed field or flowery mead. XVI-575 I MILTON PACE the sounding sea-beach and behold Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold. So in majestic cadence rise and fall The mighty undulations of thy song, O sightless bard, England's Mæonides! Floods all the soul with its melodious seas. Ο HAROUN AL RASCHID NE day, Haroun Al Raschid read "Where are the kings, and where the rest "They're gone with all their pomp and show, "O thou who choosest for thy share "Take all that it can give or lend, Haroun Al Raschid bowed his head; DIVINA COMMEDIA I FT have I seen at some cathedral door OFT A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Far off the noises of the world retreat; And leave my burden at this minster gate, To inarticulate murmurs dies away, While the eternal ages watch and wait. II How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers! But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, And underneath the traitor Judas lowers! Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain, What exultations trampling on despair, What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, What passionate outcry of a soul in pain, Uprose this poem of the earth and air, |