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Although I knew her mouth was drawn with pain,
Her eyelids hung with tears; and though I heard
Ah! I had hoped, God wot,—had longed that she
Me, coming back again to her, Giselle;
But how, my Masters, ye are wrapt in gloom!
This Death will come, and whom he loves he cleaves
Sheer through the steel and leather; hating whom
'Tis a fair time with Dennis and the Saints,
And weary work to age, and want for rest, When harness groweth heavy, and one faints, With no bird left in any last year's nest !
Give ye good hap, then, all. For me, I lie
Broken in Christ's sweet hand, with whom shall rest
To keep me living, now that I must die ;—
THE MOSQUE OF THE CALIPH.
NTO Seyd the vizier spake the Caliph Abdallah :—
I am faint with the mere over-running of leisure ;
To Abdallah the Caliph spake Seyd the vizier :
Then the Caliph that heard, with becoming sedateness, Drew his hand down his beard as he thought of his great
Drained out the last bead of the wine in the chalice: "I have spoken, O Seyd; I will build it, my palace!
"As a drop from the wine where the wine-cup hath spilled it,
As a gem from the mine, O my Seyd, I will build it; Without price, without flaw, it shall stand for a token That the word is a law which the Caliph hath spoken !"
Yet again to the Caliph bent Seyd the vizier :
"Who shall reason or rail if my Lord speaketh clear? Who shall strive with his might? Let my Lord live for
He shall choose him a site by the side of the river."
Then the Caliph sent forth unto Kür, unto Yemen,—
Now the courses were laid and the corner-piece fitted; - And the butments and set-stones were shapen and knitted, When lo! on a sudden the Caliph heard frowning, That the river had swelled, and the workmen were drowning.
Then the Caliph was stirred and he flushed in his ire as
And the groinings were traced, and the arch-heads were chasen,
When lo! in hot haste there came flying a mason,
Then the Caliph's beard curled, and he foamed in his rage
Once more his scouts whirled from the Tell to the Hedjaz; "Is my word not my word ?" cried the Caliph Abdallah; "I will build it up yet by the aiding of Allah!"
Though he spoke in his haste like King David before him, Yet he felt as he spoke that a something stole o'er him ; And his soul grew as glass, and his anger passed from it As the vapours that pass from the Pool of Mahomet.
And the doom seemed to hang on the palace no longer,
Without price, without flaw. And it lay on the azure
So the Caliph looked forth on the turret-tops gilded; And he said in his pride, "Is my palace not builded? Who is more great than I that his word can avail if My will is my will," said Abdallah the Caliph.
But lo! with the light he repented his scorning,
For an earthquake had shattered the whole ere the
Of the pearl-coloured dome there was left but a ruin,— But an arch as a home for the ring-dove to coo in.
Shaft, turret and spire-all were tumbled and crumbled; And the soul of the Caliph within him was humbled; And he bowed in the dust :-"There is none great but Allah!
I will build Him a Mosque,”—said the Caliph Abdallah.
And the Caliph has gone to his fathers for ever,
But the Mosque that he builded shines still by the river; And the pilgrims up-stream to this day slacken sail if They catch the first gleam of the "Mosque of the Caliph.”