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THE DYING OF TANNEGUY DU BOIS.
"En los nidas antaflo no hay pajaros hogaño."
LAST WORDS OF DON QUIXOTE.
VEA, I am passed away, I think, from this;
Nor helps me herb, nor any leechcraft here, But lift me hither the sweet cross to kiss,
And witness ye, I go without a fear.
Yea, I am sped, and never more shall see,
As once I dreamed, the show of shield and crest, Gone southward to the fighting by the sea ;There is no bird in any last year's nest!
Yea, with me now all dreams are done, I ween,
Moving at morn on some Burgundian wall;
Is she a dream I left in Acquitaine ?—
My wife Giselle,-who never spoke a word,
Although I knew her mouth was drawn with pain,
Her eyelids hung with tears; and though I heard The strong sob shake her throat, and saw the cord
Her necklace made about it ;-—she that prest
Ah! I had hoped, God wot,-had longed that she
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
Give ye good hap, then, all. For me, I lie
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 greatness;
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;
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;