Compassion for the child Had first old Moath's kindly heart possess'd, An orphan, wailing in the wilderness. But when he heard his tale, his wonderous tale, Told by the Boy with such eye-speaking truth, Now with sudden bursts of anger, Now in the agony of tears, And now with flashes of prophetic joy, The Old Man cherish'd him. How happily the years Of Thalaba went by! XVI. It was the wisdom and the will of Heaven, That, in a lonely tent, had cast The lot of Thalaba. There might his soul develop best Its strengthening energies; There might he from the world Keep his heart pure and uncontaminate, Till at the written hour he should be found Fit servant of the Lord, without a spot. XVII. Years of his youth, how rapidly ye fled Is the morn fair, and doth the freshening breeze His dog beside him,7 in mute blandishment, Now licks his listless hand; Now lifts an anxious and expectant eye, Courting the wonted caress. XVIII. Or comes the Fathers of the Rains When the waters fill When the door-curtain hangs in heavier folds, Entwines the strong palm-fibres ;9 by the hearth XIX. 10 Or when the winter torrent rolls Down the deep-channell'd rain-course, foamingly, Filling his yielded faculties; A vague, a dizzy, a tumultuous joy. Or lingers it a vernal brook" Gleaming o'er yellow sands? Beneath the lofty bank reclin'd, With idle eye he views its little waves, Quietly listening to the quiet flow; While, in the breathings of the stirring gale, The tali canes bend above, Floating like streamers on the wind Their lank uplifted leaves. XX. Nor rich, nor poor,12 was Moath; God hath given And home birds, grouping at Oneiza's call, Came with full udders to the Damsel's hand. Dear child! the Tent beneath whose shade they dwelt It was her work; and she had twin'd His girdle's many hues; And he had seen his rebe How often, with a memory-mingled joy Or at the hand-mill, 15 when she knelt and toil'd, XXI. 'Tis the cool evening hour: The Tamarind from the dew Intones the holy Book. 18 What if beneath no lamp-illumin'd dome, Its marble walls 19 bedeck'd with flourish'd truth, Azure and gold adornment! sinks the word With deeper influence from the Imam's voice, Where in the day of congregation, crowds Perform the duty-task ? Their Father is their Priest, The Stars of Heaven their point of And the blue Firmament prayer, 20 The glorious Temple, where they feel The present Deity! XXII. Yet through the purple glow of eve Shines dimly the white moon. The slacken'd bow, the quiver, the long lance, Rest on the pillar of the Tent. 21 Knitting light palm-leaves for her brother's brow, 22 The dark-eyed damsel sits; Up his curl'd pipe inhales The tranquillizing herb. So listen they the reed 23 of Thalaba, The low, sweet, soothing, melancholy tones. And eloquent arms, and sobs that reach the heart, 25 Then, if the brightening Moon, that lit his face, In darkness favoured her's, Wreath'd the red flower-crown round 30 Their waves of glossy jet? XXIV. Yet was the heart of Thalaba The task for him decreed, The mighty and mysterious work aunounced. And oft in visions, o'er the Murderer's head, And oft, in dreams, he sees The Sword that is circled with fire. XXV. One morn, as was their wont, in sportive mood, « When will the hour arrive,» exclaim'd the youth, Have I not strength, my father, for the deed? Of Glow-worm on the bank, Kindled to guide her winged paramour. II. A moment, and the brightening image shaped His Mother's form and features. «Go,» she cried, << To Babylon, and from the Angels learn What talisman thy task requires.>> III. The Spirit hung towards him when she ceas'd, As though with actual lips she would have given A mother's kiss. His arms outstretch'd, His body bending on, His mouth unclos'd, and trembling into speech, He prest to meet the blessing... but the wind Played on his cheek: he look'd, and he beheld The darkness close. «Again! again!» he cried, «Let me again behold thee!» from the darkness His Mother's voice went forth; <<Thou shalt behold me in the hour of death.» IV. Day dawns, the twilight gleam dilates, Rides through rejoicing heaven. Old Moath and his daughter, from their tent, A lessening image, trembling through their tears. Visions of high emprize And if sometimes to Moath's tent In dreams like these he went, Oneiza form'd a part, And Hope and Memory made a mingled joy. V. In the eve he arriv'd at a Well; The Acacia bent over its side, Under whose long light-hanging boughs He chose his night's abode. There, due ablutions made, and prayers perform'd, The youth his mantle spread, And silently produced His solitary meal. The silence and the solitude recall'd Dear recollections; and with folded arms, Thinking of other days, he sate, till thought Had left him, and the Acacia's moving shade, Upon the sunny sand, Had caught his idle eye; And his awaken'd ear Heard the grey Lizard's chirp, The only sound of life. VI. As thus in vacant quietness he sate, A Traveller on a Camel reach'd the Well, And courteous greeting gave. The mutual salutation past, He by the cistern, too, his garment spread, And friendly converse cheer'd the social meal. Usurp the desolate palace, and the weeds Of Falsehood root in the aged pile of Truth. How have you heard the tale? THALABA. Thus-on a time The Angels at the wickedness of man Express'd indignant wonder; that in vain Tokens and signs were given, and Prophets sent,Strange obstinacy this! a stubbornness Of sin, they said, that should for ever bar The gates of mercy on them. Allah heard Their unforgiving pride, and bade that two Of these untempted Spirits should descend, Judges on Earth. Haruth and Maruth went, The chosen Sentencers; they fairly heard The appeals of men to their tribunal brought, And rightfully decided. At the length A Woman came before them; beautiful Zohara was as yonder Evening star, In the mild lustre 2 of whose lovely light Even now her beauty shines. They gaz'd on her With fleshly eyes, they tempted her to sin. The wily woman listen'd, and requir'd A previous price, the knowledge of the name Of God. 3 She learnt the wonder-working name, And gave it utterance, and its virtue bore her Up to the glorious Presence, and she told Before the awful Judgment-Seat her tale. OLD MAN. I know the rest. The accused Spirits were called: They own'd their crime, and heard the doom deserv'd. THALABA. So I am taught. OLD MAN. The common tale! and, likely thou hast heard THALABA. Is it not the truth? OLD MAN. Son, thou hast seen the Traveller in the sands Move through the dizzy light of hot noon-day, Huge as the giant race of elder times, 4 And his Camel, than the monstrous Elephant, Seem of a vaster bulk. THALABA. A frequent sight. OLD MAN. And hast thou never, in the twilight, fancied Familiar object into some strange shape And form uncouth? THALABA. Aye! many a time. OLD MAN. Even 60 Things view'd at distance through the mist of fear, |