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LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
LOTUS AND JEWEL 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 "IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE" 
 
 "A CASKET OF GEMS" 
 
 "A QUEEN'S REVENGE" 
 
 Mitb otber poems 
 
 SIR EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., CS.I. 
 
 AUTHOR OF "the LIGHT OF ASIA," 
 ETC. ETC. ETC. ETC. 
 
 THIRD EDITION 
 
 LONDON 
 KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, TRUBNER, & CO. UP 
 
 PATERNOSTER HOUSE, CHARING CROSS ROAD 
 189I 
 
The rights of translation and of reproduction are reserved. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 In an Indian TEM^uai 
 
 A Casket op Gems 
 
 Introduction 
 
 f. eieb-opals 
 a. amethysts 
 n. nepheitb, jade 
 n. naoeb and pearls 
 y. tacut, topazes 
 
 m. moonstone 
 a. aquamarine 
 
 B. RUBIES 
 
 I. IDOCRASE, GARNETS 
 
 A. AGATES . 
 
 A. AMBER AND LAZULITB 
 
 D. DIAMONDS 
 
 E. EMERALDS 
 L. LIGURB, JACTNTHS 
 A. AN AUREUS 
 I. lOLITE AND IVORY 
 
 D. DAWN-STONE 
 
 E. EUCLASB AND ESSONITE 
 
 FAOB 
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 lOI 
 
 III 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 Othbe Poems. 
 
 LAILA 
 
 IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . 
 ATALANTA .... 
 
 LIFE (from Victor Hugo) 
 
 HAUEIAN'S address TO HIS SOUL 
 
 THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA 
 
 THE HEAVENLY SECRET . 
 
 AN ADIEU .... 
 
 THE INDIAN JUDGE 
 
 JEANNE (^rom Victor Hugo) . 
 
 A RAJPUT NURSE . 
 
 zanouba's song (from the Persian) 
 
 THE SNAKE AND THE BABY 
 PROM A SIKH HYMN 
 
 A FAREWELL (from the French) 
 
 A LOVE-SONG OP HENRI QUATRE 
 FROM THE SANSKRIT ANTHOLOGY 
 BASTI SINGH'S WIFE 
 IN MEMORY OP S. S. 
 EPITAPH ON THE SAME . 
 
 FAQE 
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 From the Sanskrit. 
 
 grishma ; or, the season op heat 
 
 A queen's REVENGE 
 
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 217 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 
 
 It was a Temple, white and fair, 
 Piercing the warm blue Indian air 
 With painted cupola ; and set 
 High on a hill-side, where there met 
 Two streams — with sister-kiss of wave — 
 Which rippled lightly down, to lave 
 Our Deccan flats, gliding to grow 
 Beema — and Kistna next — and flow 
 By many a peopled plain and lea 
 Into the Coromandel sea. 
 And all along those shining banks 
 Neem and acacia trees in ranks 
 Shaded the flood, making cool homes 
 Of leafy peace for aU that comes 
 To river-side, the pheasant-crow. 
 The jay, the coppersmith whose blow — 
 
LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 In his green smithy stoutly plied 
 Eiagnig from dawn till eventide — 
 Falls ' klink, Hank, klink,' upon the ear ; 
 And social weavers who, from fear 
 Of thievish snakes, their nests suspend 
 Swinging from every branchlet's end : 
 There, too, the nine brown sisters talked ; 
 The silver-feathered egret stalked ; 
 The muchi-laiig — "tiger offish" — 
 Shot from the air with arrowy swish 
 And soared again — his pearly prey 
 Clutched in red talons. All the day 
 Tou heard the necklaced jungle-dove 
 Cooing low songs of ceaseless love ; 
 While, brooding near, his listening wife 
 With soft breast warmed her eggs to life ; 
 And, from the hot vault of the sky 
 The circling kite made fierce reply ; 
 For Love and Hate were neighbours still 
 Even upon that holy hill ! 
 
 Yet, in the Temple all seemed peace. 
 There — sitting upon Shiva's knees — 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 
 
 Parvati, shaped in gold, was seen, — 
 With great eyes jewelled — SMva's Queen : 
 And nigh them, in the inmost dusk, 
 Ganpati, known by broken tusk 
 And trunk of elephant. No sound 
 Stirred the deep quiet of that ground 
 Where the Gods dwelled, save footfall rare 
 Of Hindoo wife or maid, with fare 
 Of coloured rice or honeyed cake 
 For Shiva's Priest, and vows to make 
 Before the shrine in some dear name ; 
 Save, also, when the pigeons came, 
 A blue cloud, whirring from the wood 
 To peck their daily Temple-food. 
 If other echo silence broke 
 'Twas Govind murmuring Sanskrit shloke 
 From ancient scrolls, or chanting prayers 
 Three times a day, Govind who bears — 
 Immeasurably wise — the weight 
 Of threescore learngd years and eight, 
 Shiva's calm servant. Sometimes, you 
 Would hear within that Temple, too, 
 Gunga the Nautch-girl's anklets chime 
 Dancing in some grave measured rhyme 
 
LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Before the Gods, to throb of drum 
 And low-played pipe, or, with deft thumb 
 Twangling the tight-stretched vina-string 
 To yield shrill notes, while she did sing 
 Of Love — as Nautchnees know — and praise 
 Of lovers dead for Love ; and lays 
 Of wounded hearts and piercing eyes ; 
 Which grey Philosophies despise. 
 
 Good friends were dancing girl and priest 
 To one I knew, such friends — at least — 
 As those may be whom Fortune gives 
 Stars wide apart and differing lives : 
 And Gunga to the Saheb would sing 
 Sweet Indian songs for pleasuring ; 
 And Govind — patient with their folly — 
 Would listen, mild and melancholy, 
 Till nobler moments rose, and then 
 Speak wisely on the ways of men, 
 The worlds of Gods, the wisdom hid 
 In Upanlshad, Pooran, Ved : 
 Nay, and sometimes, with careful finger. 
 On some dark text and comment linger, 
 Sifting its sacred meanings o'er — 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 
 
 As when in burning Ratnapoor 
 The ruby-miners wash away 
 Gravel and dust and yellow clay 
 To leave at last one jewel bare, 
 ' Pigeon-blood ' colour, faultless, rare ! 
 Which to the finder freedom brings, 
 And glows, in seal or crown of kings. 
 
 On such a day those sate together 
 Under the sky of splendent weather 
 Which shines in Poush, and held debate — 
 Friendly or petulant — ^with weight 
 Of Govind's lore at one time heard, 
 And then — ^like some loud ' tit- wee ' bird — 
 The Nautch-girl mocking all save Love ; 
 Anon, demure as any dove, 
 Listening to wisdom ; and, again, 
 Falling with laughter to some strain 
 Ill-fitted to the theme : 
 
 But sit 
 In Temple-shade, and judge of it ! 
 
8 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Saheb. Pandit ! You promised me to read to-day 
 That Upaiilsliad where the Sanskrit tells 
 The inner meanings of your mystic Word, 
 The Word we must not utter till we meet 
 Privately here, with foolish ears away. 
 
 Priest. Yea ! the Mandukya ! hast thou conned the 
 text? 
 
 S. It was so hard and rugged none might read 
 As little taught as I. The words were plain, 
 But not the sense. 'Twas like a rain-time cloud 
 Blown by the wind, sending far thunder forth, 
 Which seemed to bring some message if man's ear 
 Had wit to comprehend. 
 
 P. It hath such wit 
 
 If it will listen well ; and thou may'st learn 
 More than thy Sages know beyond the seas, 
 Pondering Mandukya ; for the leaves recite 
 What lies withia that Word we must not speak 
 Where Mlechchas are. 
 
 S. Well ! will you say it now ? 
 
 P. I sin — the Book being so majestical, 
 And thou no twice-born — ^if I teach thee this ; 
 Save that thou lovest our Land, and lov'st to tread 
 All paths of knowledge. But is Gunga there ? 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 
 
 S. I saw her scattering pulse to feed tlie doves 
 When I rode in, and — ^liark ! her vina plays ! 
 You will not stay our study for the girl ? 
 
 [Gunga enters, holding a Vina. She salutes the Priest and 
 
 ChJ/nga. Swasti ! my holy Eishi ! Maharaj, 
 Salaam ! Bid me not go — Mahadev's girl — 
 Who dances for the pleasure of the Gods, 
 And brings the temple treasure. See, rupees ! 
 I got them singing yesternight : miae eyes 
 Pierced the Eao Saheb to the heart, which bled 
 Plentiful gifts ; yet had he nought from me 
 Save one kiss on the brow. Ah, Mera Jan ! 
 My English Lord ; I know a song on that : 
 
 \She plays and sings'] 
 
 " My Lotus-eyed — my Love -that loves me now — 
 She lets me touch the tilka on her Irow, 
 And mouth as soft as are the Hmba-leaves, 
 And little rounded chin, whence love perceives 
 The STTiooth hrovm neck sink to that tender place 
 Where the Mart leata letween two hills of grace. 
 
lo LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " But, when I would have hissed the rose-red peaks 
 Of those dear mountains, — as a pilgrim seeks 
 To worship on the highest spot — she cried : 
 ' Nay, nay ! my choli must not he imtied ! ' 
 So trips she off, as from the tamarind-spray 
 A light hen-koll, in her mate's mid lay." 
 
 S. Oh, Gunga ! if you vex the Pandit's soul 
 He will not read, and I shall miss to know 
 What says Mandiikya. Sit and learn this lore, — 
 If you may hear it. 
 
 P. Nay, the girl can hear ! 
 
 I am too old for anger, and she bears 
 A gentle breast, and serves our Temple well, 
 Though all too light of mind, and loose of tongue. 
 
 G. Dear Master ! make me wise ! Gunga is good 
 When you will teach ; and what should Sahebs know 
 A Nautchnee must not hear ? The gates are shut ; 
 The Temple-birds are fed ; sometimes I think — 
 When only they and I are in the Court, 
 And I sit watching how they pace about, 
 With red feet like to mine, all henna-stained, 
 And barred backs, like my striped and painted cloth ; 
 And jewels round their throats, like these I wear ! 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. ii 
 
 When I sit watoMng how they pace and plume, 
 Bridling their necks, and making melting eyes, 
 And sidling here and there, and spreading wings. 
 And wooing and pursuing, with one song 
 Of ' love-love-love,' and do not fear the Gods, 
 But pick dropped rice from Shiva's awful feet ; — 
 Oh, then I think these be dead Nautch-dancers 
 Come back to the glad light to coo, and serve. 
 And seek old lovers ! There's a verse on that : 
 
 [Gunga sings and plays] 
 
 " Besolve me — element hy element — 
 Into the Void, oh God ! I am content. 
 So I may only he, for him I love. 
 The water in his tank, the winds that rove 
 Arownd his hrows, the light that serves his needs, 
 The fire that warms h/im, and the soil that feeds." 
 
 Say ! you two wise ones ! is not that as deep 
 As your Vedantas ? 
 
 S, But you do not tell 
 
 Which of past many lovers is to drink 
 Gunga made water ; cool his fevered brows 
 
12 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 With Gunga Wowing sweet ; and cook his rice 
 With Gunga, blazing bright ! 
 
 ff. The last, my Lord ! 
 
 All others I forget ! 
 
 P. Thou foolish Soul, 
 
 Who, losing thine own house, would'st help to build 
 Another perishable form ! What's he, 
 Or thou, or any, but a wave which lifts 
 Out of Brahm's ocean — ^to sink back again ? 
 Seek to grow one with Him, and rather say : 
 
 " Yea ! dear Lord ! we are one with Thee ! since 
 
 Thou art all in all ! 
 And our lives in Thy Life must end; yet dare 
 
 I never call 
 Thee mine, as I am Thine, oh Ood ! The Wave 
 
 is still the Sea's ! 
 The Sea is not the Wave's, therefor ! So I, and 
 
 all of these J " 
 
 S. That makes you solemn, Gunga ! Keep your eyes 
 Curtained with lashes just one little while ! 
 Now for this dread Word — OM. 
 
 -P. Oh !— not like that !— 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 13 
 
 Eeach me the lota, girl ! that I may wash 
 My mouth from stain. : then, covering one hand, 
 I raise this other to my lips, and say. 
 With three half-breaths drawn in, — but slow and low — 
 The three great matras of this mighty "Word 
 Wiich is as Silence spoken ! Hear'st thou ? — OM ! — 
 S. How are there three ? 
 
 P. 'Tis made of A,— U,— M : 
 
 And last the vindu binding all in one, 
 Which one is holiest of all uttered speech, 
 Sweet to the Gods, consummate, good to say 
 At all the Samdhyas, — when Night joineth Mom, 
 Morning the Afternoon, and Evening Night ; 
 Good to repeat before we read the Veds, 
 And when we finish ; locking all truths up 
 As the womb holds the life, as rocks hide gems. 
 And seeds the leaf, flower, fruit. A Scripture saith 
 " OM is the bow ; the Arrow is the Soul ; 
 Brahm is the object : he who shooteth straight 
 Pierceth the target of the Uttermost, 
 Attaineth end." " Meditate OM ! " it saith : 
 " For, in that mystic light, the knowers know 
 Brahm without body, parts, or passions — Brahm 
 Joyful, Eternal, All-embracing, Pure." 
 
14 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 This "Word hath all -words in it, all three names 
 Of Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu ; all three worlds — 
 Earths, Ethers, Heavens ; and all three modes of Time 
 Past, Present, Future ; all three sexes, too, 
 Yoni, and Lingam, and what yoketh both ; 
 And all three Veds ! 
 
 See ! on yon banyan-branch 
 Which overhangs our wall, two parroquets ! 
 There is a Scripture — ^third of Mwndaka — 
 Telleth of that, so as a man may read 
 Who knoweth OM. Two Birds — it sayeth — -sit, 
 Always united, always equal-plumed. 
 Perched on one fig-tree branch. This pecks the fruit 
 That feedeth not, but gazeth — witnessing ; — 
 And She who eateth is the Human Soul, 
 And he who watcheth is the Soul Divine, 
 And Life the Fig-tree is, and Life's delights 
 Its too sweet fruit. But, if one knoweth OM, 
 The feeding bird looks on the watching bird — 
 Its mate immortal, scorning those false fruits — 
 And leaveth all, to join the "All of All ; " 
 Saved by right sight, lifted on wiser wings 
 To better pleasures ; — as, see ! now they fly — 
 Those green birds, — ^high into the stainless Blue ! 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 15 
 
 Oh, look you, Friend ! when the great Gods would hear 
 
 What Brahm was, unto Indra came they aU 
 
 Asking this thing, glorious as yonder clftuds 
 
 Which flock towards the throne of the sinkiag Sun, 
 
 Euhy and amethyst, and pearl and gold ; 
 
 And Indra bade them sit beneath a tree — 
 
 The Nyagrodha tree — nor spake he once, 
 
 Through twenty thousand moons, to that bright throng 
 
 Of seated Gods ; but at the last he spake 
 
 Saying, with fingers on his hushed lips, " OM ! " 
 
 Then all the Gods went to their places wise. 
 
 ^S'. And you are wise, good Pandit ! Yet I long 
 To hear this scroll, and Gunga burns to hear ; 
 She did not glean such treasure from the hand 
 Of yon Eao Saheb ! 
 
 [To the Nauteh Girl] 
 
 Slack your vina-strings. 
 And sit in closer ! You've no song for that : 
 
 G. How know you, Maharaj ? There's drum and 
 dance 
 For all the moods j — Mahadev's girl can sing 
 Many like this : 
 
i6 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 \She sings and plays] 
 
 " Because I have Twt served Thee right, oh, sweet and rrvi^hty 
 
 Lord ! 
 Thou wilt 7ix)t less deliverance, and rest with Thee afford ; 
 Who drinks of Messed Amrit, — though it be with dying 
 
 lips, — 
 Lives, and grows well and pure again, at the Jvrst drop he 
 
 But let my music sleep ! 
 Now will I listen ! 
 
 P. I shall read the text 
 
 In brief lines — as it runs — ^then make all plain. 
 " Nama Paramdtmane Sari ! OM! 
 OM! Amity Mad Ahsharam, idan 
 Sarvvan tasyopavydhhydrmn hhut I " — 
 Which meaneth, " Glory in the Highest ! OM ! 
 The Immeasurable ! This is immortal ! OM ! 
 This is the One ! This word, interpreted, 
 Is what was in beginning, and is now, 
 And ever shall be — OM embraceth those — 
 The threefold modes of Life, and what's beyond 
 Unmeted by them. OM is that, and all ! " 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 17 
 
 " Sarvvan hyetadbrdhmdyamatma " — OM,, 
 So spoken of the All, is Brahm : the soul 
 Is Brahm : yet here this soul goes chatuspdt 
 " Four-footed ; " owns conditions four. Observe 
 How these be packed in OM ! 
 
 S. Now, Gunga, list ! 
 
 Why do you smile ? 
 
 G. I wonder why I sang 
 
 These wistful words, of late, to one I loved : 
 
 [She sings and plays] 
 
 " What should I say at hour of parting hateful ? 
 If I sigh ' leave me not ! ' that seems wngrateful ! 
 If I should, whisper 'go' it sounds so coldly ; 
 And to cry ' stay ' were to command too holdly ; 
 ' Go, if thou wilt, — stay, if thou wilt ! ' — this savours 
 Of heedless heart ; while full of Fate's ill-favours 
 'Twould be to murmur, ' If we part, I die ! ' 
 Lest that fall true : alas ! I know not — / — 
 What thing to utter ! Teach me some wise word 
 To say when yoio must leave me, Dearest Lord ! " 
 
 Now, had I known — " Om " was the word to speak, 
 Which all thoughts compasses. 
 
i8 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 S. You feather, blown 
 
 From pea-hen's neck at pairing-time, be still ! 
 Now, Pandit ! tell us these conditions four. 
 
 P. Prathamah pddah, Sir ! Vaisvdnara. 
 " The first condition is ' Vai^v4nara.' " 
 Now, this word signifieth ' Consciousness,' 
 Common to all men (yaisva-nar), and so 
 Intendeth common waking life, that state 
 Wherein we eat and drink, and see and smell, 
 And hear and touch and taste. The holy script 
 Sayeth, ' Vai^vUnara is waking life ; 
 Whereof the knowledge is of outward things 
 Cheating the sense. Seven organs hath this life, 
 And mouths nineteen. It feedeth on the Gross.' 
 
 G. Oh, Shiva ! Nineteen mouths ! How one might 
 kiss! 
 
 ;S^. Which are the organs seven; and which those 
 mouths 
 Twenty less one ? 
 
 P. The books speak diversely ; 
 
 Yet our chief sages teach the organs seven 
 Of waking life, are — for the Head the Heavens, 
 For Eye the Sun, for Breath the moving Wind, 
 For Heart the Ether, for the Humoars, Sea, 
 
IN AHf INDIAN TEMPLE. 19 
 
 For Feet the Earth, for Heat the inner Fires. 
 Also those nineteen mouths are nineteen doors 
 Whereby the world hath access to the Self; 
 And these be — the five modes of Intellect, 
 The five Sense-gateways, the five Vital airs ; 
 With Mind, Will, Individual Consciousness, 
 And Chiitam, which is sense behind the sense, 
 That whereby sight of eye, and touch of skin, 
 And taste, and smeU, and sound are cognited. 
 Such is Vailv§,nara — ^the waking Life — 
 The letter A denoteth it in AUM. 
 
 S. And what is U ? 
 
 P, It standeth in the Word 
 
 For Taijasa, second of living states, 
 Which hath its name from tejas — " brilliancy," 
 Being that gleam which thou shalt see with eyes 
 Fast shut, when all the gloom danceth in sparks. 
 And, on the inner lids the lingering light 
 Paints stars and rings of spangled phantasy ; 
 For Taijasa is slumber, when we dream. 
 And the scroll saith : it hath the organs seven. 
 The gates nineteen, but knoweth inner things, 
 And — pramvilctabhuk — in sightless sleep 
 It " feedeth on the Subtle," 
 
20 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 G. Ai ! I know 
 
 Your Taijasa ! when I have danced all night. 
 And draw my cloth, at last, across my eyes, 
 I see the Temple-lamps pale and more pale 
 Inside my Uds, all down the road to sleep ; 
 Till at the end there comes a softer light 
 Which needs no eyes ; and there I lie, and dream ! 
 
 S. What dream you of, my Gungabaee ? 
 
 G. Of gold 
 
 So much it bursts my cloth ! of beauteous gems 
 Hung on my neck by some one loving me ; 
 Or 'tis a Prince who sends me cardamums 
 Which mean " yoUr breath is Heaven ! " or sandal- wood 
 Chipped small, which is to say, " In seeing you 
 I become water ! " or stick-cinnamon 
 Which signifies " my life is thine ! " Sometimes 
 I dream the gods rise from their seats, and wink 
 Their jewelled eyes, and tell me where to find 
 Blue lotus for their shrines, or where there lies 
 A buried pot of mohurs ; sometimes, too, 
 I see two elephants that fight and fight 
 Without their mahoots — that means death ! or see 
 Lotuses grown in sand, and that means love 
 From unexpected places ; or I spy 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 21 
 
 Holes in tlie moon and serpents with ten mouths, 
 And those, I know, bring ill ! But it is good 
 To. dream of fire-flies, mirrors, thrones, and fish, 
 And rice, and rainbows : yestereve I dreamed 
 A black calf sucked a brindled heifer's bag. 
 And that, be sure, shows losses ; so I brought 
 A jar of milk to-day for Parvati. 
 
 P. Tea, Nautchni, yea ! that is the waking light 
 Glimmering in visions ; that is Taijasa ! 
 Yet so — if thou wert wiser — shouldst thou see 
 Innermost things, ev'n dreaming ; nay, and so 
 Thou, too, dost pass into a deeper sleep, 
 Life's third Condition. 
 
 S. And the name of this ? — 
 
 P. The name, Sahebji ! is PraJTia, letter M 
 Of those three letters of the mighty Word. 
 Here, very plain our ancient writing runs ! 
 Yatra swpno na kanchan TcamayaU 
 Kaman, na kanehan svapnan pasyati — 
 " When he asleep desireth no desire, 
 Dreameth no dreams, that is the perfect sleep — 
 Sushupnan — that is Prajna ; then he lives ! " 
 " He, lying thus," it saith, " lieth, grown one 
 With all which is ; that which he knows he knows 
 
22 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 By knowledge unified; his peace is peace 
 Perfect, except for ceasing ; bliss lie tastes 
 As taste the Gods, and — chetomukh — his mouth 
 Is Wisdom's portal. He is Lord of all. 
 All-sharing, ruling inner things, a soul 
 Whence springeth life as from a Toni — so 
 He maketh and unmaketh." Such is M, 
 The third great matra. 
 
 S. Yet resolve me this, 
 
 How ' maketh and unmaketh ? ' what is life 
 Its senses chained in sleep ? 
 
 P. Suffer me. Sir ! 
 
 To answer from Brihaddraranydka 
 Where Kaja Janaka holds deep discourse 
 With Tajnavalkya, and the good Prince asked, 
 " By what light lives the Soul ? " The Brahman said : 
 It liveth here by sunlight, using eyes ; 
 And lacking sunlight, by the gleam of the moon ; 
 And, if there be no moon, or sun, by fire ; 
 And if the fire fails, then by sound or touch ; 
 But if no sound is heard, and all be void, 
 Then is the Soul sufficing light to Soul. 
 For dwelling in the hollow of the heart, 
 Girt by the senses as a king by slaves, 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 23 
 
 Being left alone it riseth, lights its lamp, 
 And, wandering down the borders of two worlds, 
 Seemeth to think, yet watcheth what is thought ; 
 Seemeth to move, but stays unchangeable. 
 Then fall away from Soul the ills it took 
 Assuming form ; like Handmaids, Sleep and Night 
 Strip it of those.; it goes majestical, 
 And sees two Uves, on this and that side ; one 
 Here of this Earth, and in another World 
 Another not yet known, between which winds — 
 With banks and shoals that shift, now nearer Life, 
 Now nearer Death — the placid channel of Sleep, 
 Like a black, shadowy, hidden, windless stream 
 Whose silent waters lave both lands, and bear 
 The Spirit on its tranquil boat of flesh 
 Hither and thither. Gliding wistfully 
 Down that dividing flood the Soul, secure, 
 Seeth both shores, and bringeth what it will 
 From that to this, and taketh what it will. 
 And "maketh and unmaketh." Horses, roads, 
 Or chariots are there none in Shadow-Land, 
 Yet the Soul wiUeth these, and see ! it drives. 
 Horsed, glorious, eager, through the boundless Murk ! 
 No bliss, no kiss, no large delights be there 
 
24 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Of beautiful kind faces lit with love ; 
 
 Of soft arms shutting into Paradise ; 
 
 Tet the Soul wills there he, and lo ! that Dark 
 
 Is filled with companies of Apsaras, 
 
 Lovely and sweet all mortal maids heyond — 
 
 Sweeter than Ramhha whom Rivana wooed ! 
 
 There are no tanks, no palaces, no trees, 
 
 Nor feasts, nor dances ; but the Soul doth will, 
 
 And, see ! the Dark grows gracious with great walls 
 
 Built on the void, ramps of red gold, and domes 
 
 Of cloud-poised marble, and fair cloistered courts 
 
 Where wave the feathers of the palms, and flit 
 
 Swift glistering shoals of fish in lilied pools ; 
 
 And dancers, rosy-footed, and bright-eyed, 
 
 Melt the glad soul to love. 
 
 Subduing flesh 
 By spell of sleep he — not himself asleep — 
 Sees his sense slumbering, and moves away 
 Free as the mated bird launching from branch. 
 The Life-breath keeps the nest — the Soul flies ofi", 
 To go and come in that wide Realm of Rest 
 Making its manifold shapes, unmaking them ; 
 Rejoicing in the arms of Dream-maidens ; 
 Laughing with lovely friends, moving at will 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 25 
 
 On •wondrous wings of thought ; arriving swift 
 
 At splendid sights, or strange, or tragical, 
 
 And sometimes terrible — for fear is dear 
 
 As weU as joy ! Yet, though thou know'st that Land, 
 
 Thou shalt not meet the Soul there, nay — ^nor mark 
 
 Where in the viewless vast it wandereth. 
 
 Therefore, let no man wake one suddenly. 
 
 Lest Soul return not well from its long way ! 
 
 And T^jnavalkya said : The Soul, — ^thus roaming, 
 Thus, like a falcon, flying here and there 
 From cliff to chff of sleep's far boundaries, 
 Seeing the glad and sad, the old and new, 
 The good and ill, — presently wearieth. 
 Then doth it fold its pinions and sink down 
 Into Soul's nest, reaching the dreamless Peace 
 Praj'na. There follow not to that deep state. 
 Gladness or sadness, good or evil. Life 
 Is lifted out of living — Soul grows Brahm ! 
 Nor let one say ' it seeth — ^heareth not ! ' 
 That which doth see and hear is Self; — eye, ear 
 Were instruments, laid down : who used them keeps 
 Light of his own, sound of his own, touch, taste 
 Other than ours ! 
 
26 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Such is the letter M, 
 Third matra of the Holy Word. 
 
 S. I ask, 
 
 Eight-learngd Friend ! why Good and Evil cease 
 Because Soul sleeps ? 
 
 P. Surely such names subsist 
 
 In worlds of ' thine and mine,' of ' this and that,' 
 Of ' praise and blame ! ' Where all things melt in 
 
 one 
 Evil and Good are fled, to plague no more. 
 
 S. Well ! who may judge ? In England — over-sea, 
 Our Gunga here, that is so kind and gay ; 
 Who loves the Gods, and gives to all the poor. 
 And would not hurt a grey gnat, if it stung ; 
 And built the Dharma-Sala (Nay ! you did !), 
 And knows all dances, and a hundred songs ; 
 And holds her trade as honest as the best : — 
 With us she would rank viler than with you 
 Yon Mhar, that must not touch a Brahman's cloth. 
 
 G. By Shiva's snakes ! Out there are all so pure ? 
 
 S. Not all ! Yet we have built the House of Love 
 With Christian stones, and each man chooses love 
 Not by some other's will — as here with you — 
 But for himself; and each will have his love — 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 27 
 
 If such may be — white as the Champak-bud 
 When first its green cup splits. 
 
 G. And fares it well 
 
 With those cold blossoms, in the homes they find ? 
 
 S. Yes, Gunga ! nobly well in honest homes ! 
 For lovely is the fiower of chastity, 
 Lasting its fragrance, and its fruit more fair 
 Than chance fruits borne on boughs whence all may pluck. 
 And goodly is the air of Liberty 
 For all, but most for lovers, seeing Love 
 Knows more than Wisdom, and because young hearts 
 Choose better than their elders, being taught 
 By Nature, 'ware of inmost sympathy. 
 And subtle suitings of this blood and that 
 To blend together for fresh human veins. 
 So life's long road goes happier for the grace 
 Of good beginnings ! You and I may praise 
 The white flower on the rock we cannot reach ! 
 Oh, and full well I know what happy hearths 
 Are here in India, and what stainless wives 
 Live their sweet lives and die their gentle deaths 
 Under your suns. 
 
 G. My mother vowed me this — 
 
 A Deva-Dasa, servant to the God — 
 
28 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 To save my father's life, when she did go 
 Great with me. And my father rose, made whole 
 After that vow ; and, then, they married me — 
 New-born — with garlands and the mangal-shloke 
 Wife to the " Dagger ; " and they laid red rice 
 Upon my head, and taught me how to dance, 
 Play vina, plait my hair with flowers, and make 
 Great eyes for money. Must I be ashamed ? 
 
 iS. Not before me, my Sister ! It were well 
 Certain most faultless ones were half as good, 
 As gentle-souled ! 
 
 But, Govind ! at the last 
 Is not Good good, and Evil evil ? Brahm — 
 If He be All in All — must deal as Lord 
 With all three states of OM. Note, too, that verse 
 Of Katha Upantshad, " What is here 
 Visible in our world, is also there 
 In Brahm's invisible world ; and what is there 
 That same is here unseen." 
 
 P. It is so writ ! 
 
 S. Then, by good leave, your Indian systems lack 
 Two points we Westerns boast — the love of man 
 For God's love, Who hath made him ; and this Law — 
 That because Eight is right we follow Right. 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 29 
 
 P. Give me example, Sir ! that I may judge. 
 
 S. Well ! I remember one ! But tell me first 
 Is it good Hindoo rule a wife should live 
 Faithful to death unto her husband's bed ? 
 
 P. Tea, by a hundred Shasters ! 
 
 S. Yet again, 
 
 Is it good Hindoo rule if one who starves 
 Craves food, the householder shall surely give ? 
 
 P. Tea ! and our Scriptures say : " If one shall bar 
 The door against an asker, when he goes 
 Hungry away, he leaves his own sins there, 
 And takes the good deeds of the householder." 
 
 S. But which of these two duties is the first ? 
 
 P. Neither is first or last. Both must be kept ! 
 
 S.- Then judge hereof. There dwelt a householder • 
 In Gaya, where the twin streams wander down — 
 NilSjan and MohS,na. Just and mild 
 This Brahman was, dutiful unto all, 
 In life's bright prime, a goodly man to view, 
 Whom fairest wives might worship. So, indeed, 
 Sita loved Balaram. No new-wed bride 
 Ever more gladsome paced the seven steps, 
 Shared the dyed rice, or wore the golden cloth. 
 And iron bangle : nor, in all that land 
 
30 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Shone sweeter face bearing the marriage-mark 
 Stamped with vermilion. These two loved — I say — 
 Like Krishna and like Eadha. Oh, you know ! 
 At coming home, when the white stars peep forth, 
 And all your Indian sky tarns purple peace, 
 'Twas " Bonarchwid I My moon of gold ! art safe ? 
 I lived with half my life, whilst thou wert gone ! 
 Ah, didst thou think on me all day ? " And he, 
 " My Pomegranate ! my Pearl ! whose arms are Heaven, 
 And mouth as sweet as new Ke6ra-buds, 
 How could I think of you, my heart being here ? " 
 G. Why, that's a song we sing ! The air goes so : 
 
 \_She dngs and plai/sj 
 
 " Think on me, Dear / you said, at parting ; 
 But this I did not do ; 
 Without my heart I could not think, 
 And it remained with you." 
 
 8. Well ! thus they loved. But then the Famine fell ; 
 Indra was angry, and his brazen skies 
 Cooled with no cloud, and let no sweet rain fall. 
 In wood and nullah forest creatures died 
 Pining for drink : the shyest beasts drew in 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 31 
 
 To lap at village wells ; the thirsting snake 
 
 Crept to the mud-hole, where the snake-bird drooped 
 
 Too parched to strike ! The green crops died to grey, 
 
 And famished people fed on jungle-meats — 
 
 Berries and roots — for half a seer of rice 
 
 Sold at two annas, and jowaree went 
 
 Thirty rupees the candy ! Balaram 
 
 Nourished his quarter while the bags held grain, 
 
 Then fell to lack and leanness, with the rest ; 
 
 To sorer lack, because, when there was food 
 
 Upon his household fire, the good man lied 
 
 A loving lie, saying : " I ate to-day 
 
 With Kerupunt — or Lakhsman ! " — so that she 
 
 Might take her fill, and keep her beauty bright. 
 
 Was one, inside the city, loved this wife 
 Unhonestly — Vittoo the wealthy Sett, 
 Who sold the starving towns-folk pulse, yet kept 
 His grain-pits filled, hoarding the precious store. 
 And many a time — when Sita came to buy — 
 The man would say, measuring less niggard seers, 
 " Oh, Rose of our sad garden ! rice is dear j 
 Hardly, except to thee, have I to sell ! 
 By Shiva ! but I cheapen this for thee ! 
 
32 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Yet wouldst thou once — once only— of fair grace — 
 Be kind to him who worships where he sees 
 The foot-mark of thy feet ; once, only once ! — 
 Lest Death come 'ere my soul's desire be had ; — 
 Then would I load thy cloth with bhat and dall, 
 Asking no price." And she would answer, proud, 
 " I hate thee, Vittoo, for thy wicked love ; 
 My Lord will kill thee if I speak of this, 
 Or sit and starve rather than buy from thee. 
 Give me my grain, and let me go ! " Whereat 
 The Sett's heart burned in secret, and his gains 
 Joyed him no more ; for, always, day and night 
 The face of Sita drew him like a spell. 
 
 P. Ah, that a mortal man will sin so deep ! 
 
 S. Now — one day — at the worst ; when Balaram 
 Was gone a-seeking bambu-seed to eat ; 
 And Sita's self had tasted nought from dawn, 
 The last rice being cooked, the last gem sold. 
 The last poor cowrie spent, there came a Sage 
 Asking this wife for food. Eeverend he seemed. 
 Of pious mien and speech — a Rishi, sure ! 
 Wearing the saffron-coloured garb, and marked 
 With Shiva's lines upon his wrinkled brow. 
 " Give me to eafc, Fair Daughter ! for I die 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 33 
 
 To-day, at sunset, if I toucli no meal ! " 
 
 So craved lie, with low voice, blessing the house. 
 
 And therewith sank within the threshold-stone, 
 
 Piteous to note, so holy and so wan ; 
 
 This hope his last ! Then sprang the bitter tears 
 
 To Sita's gentle eyes ; faltered her lips ; 
 
 Beat her true heart as though to burst. — Dear Heaven ! 
 
 What shall she say ? If she shall say, " This house 
 
 Is emptied, Father ! not one bajri-ear 
 
 Is left thy servants ! " — ^then the grief, the shame, 
 
 To see him creep away, whom Shastras bid 
 
 Succour and honour ! And, if she shall say, 
 
 " My Lord is absent, he will bring us food ! " 
 
 Who knows ? who knows ? Balaram may not find 
 
 Till nightfall, or may come bringing no meal ; 
 
 And ere that hour the Rishi will lie dead ! 
 
 But oh ! if now — to save this life — she say, 
 
 " I have no grain, yet, Maharaj ! I know 
 
 The means to win some ; " (Gunga ! had you felt 
 
 Her veins throb while she thought it !) would he not 
 
 Enquire the means, and, learning, choose to die 
 
 Eather than she should stain her soul, and truck 
 
 Heart's love and household joys and blameless name 
 
 For half a maund of rice ! She must not tell ! 
 
 c 
 
34 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 He shall not die ! Ah, Balaram, forgive ! 
 
 Ah, High Gods ! help her find the rightful path ! 
 
 She led that holy man tenderly in, 
 
 And, sweetly smiling, wiped her tears away, 
 
 And sighed : " Be pleased to rest ! thy handmaid goes 
 
 To fetch thee food ; presently thou shalt eat ! " 
 
 G. Now, stay not, Saheb ! This is more than songs ! 
 
 F. Yes, Nautohni ! But, I wonder, did she go ? 
 
 S. She drew her sari round her head, and stepped 
 Into the street. Time was, when Sita passed, 
 Neighbours would give her greeting, pleased to hear 
 The music of her anklets, glad to catch 
 The sunlight of her glance; now went she sad 
 No friend regarding ; for the ways were void ; 
 Or, if a foot-fall sounded, 'twas of men 
 Haggard and gaunt, who moaned, with lips drawn tight, 
 " Hast thou to help us, Sister ? " stalking on 
 When, for all answer — with her tears in flood — 
 She stretched an empty palm. Once and again 
 A mother with lean arms held high her babe, 
 Saying : " Buy this, sweet Lady ! for so much 
 As one small pot of rice, before I die ! " 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 35 
 
 And, thrice, in mid-bazaar, she met unveiled 
 
 With faces wild, wearing a ragged cloth. 
 
 Stripped of their gems, and gnawing food unfit, 
 
 Proud purdah women, whom in days gone by 
 
 No stranger's eye had looked on ; now they walked 
 
 Hungry and unabashed, their beauty marred. 
 
 Their soft feet stained with mire. No townsman asked, 
 
 " Balaram's wife, where goest thou ? " The dead 
 
 Lay silent, and the dying found no voice ; 
 
 But unto Sita's throbbing heart it seemed 
 
 As though the sun glared hard, as though the wind 
 
 Went mocking her, blowing her sari back 
 
 To strip the harlot's face. AH down the street 
 
 House windows gazed upon her ; Peepal-trees — 
 
 Which know the things men do, and tell the Gods — 
 
 Whispered her desperate deed with rustling leaves 
 
 One to another, and the clamorous crows 
 
 Cawed scorn against her. 
 
 So with painful steps 
 Came she to Vittoo's door. 
 
 The Sett salaamed : 
 " Fortunate day ! " he cried. " Good day and glad 
 Which brings again to us that lotus-face ! 
 In what thing may thy servant pleasure Thee ? " 
 
36 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 And Sita — ^hiding all except her eyes — 
 Made answer, speaking slow and shamedly, 
 " There is come one who must not be denied 
 Unto onr house ; he craveth food : — will die 
 If none be given ; and we have none to give. 
 Thou hast desired me : measure now for me 
 Six seers of rice, and tie it in my cloth 
 Asking no money, for our last is spent : — 
 And this night, when the houses are all shut 
 I will come hither, — as thou prayedst me." 
 
 No word he spake, but with a trembling mouth 
 Kissed her feet, bending down ; then filled her cloth, 
 Not measuring the grain. So Sita came 
 Back to her home, and set the chatty on, 
 And — ^boUing rice — served to that holy man ; 
 Who ate with brightening eyes, and took farewell ; 
 First raising to his grateful lips the hem 
 Of Sita's garment : " Be it well with thee, 
 Fair Daughter ! " said he, " for thy charity. 
 Here and hereafter ! " 
 
 Entered Balaram 
 Presently — bringing jungle-roots ; but laid 
 His bitter food aside, smelling the rice. 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 37 
 
 " Oh, gem of women ! " cried he, " whence is this ? 
 How hast thou conjee, when I could not find 
 One friend in all the town, with half a seer ? " 
 
 " Dear Lord ! " Sita replied, "judge me herein 
 
 Ere thou dost eat ! There came a holy man. 
 
 Of picas mien and speech — a Rishi, sure — 
 
 Reverend to see, wearing the saffron robe, 
 
 Who craved for food, and moaned, ' Give, or I die ! ' " 
 
 All this she told— and how she cast about 
 
 Not having food, nor daring to endure 
 
 Her Lord's hearth should be shamed by churlish deed — 
 
 " For thou, I know," said she, " had given thy blood 
 
 To help a Rishi ! " — how — her Lord being gone — 
 
 Means must be found. Then piteous she went on : 
 
 " Thou did'st not think — I could not tell — forgive ! 
 
 Vittoo the Sett these many days hath cast 
 
 Vile eyes of longing on me, praying me — 
 
 Once, and once only, — lest he die unjoyed — 
 
 To grant him that — which is for thee alone. 
 
 And I have spit upon him, praying thus. 
 
 But now — in such sore need — judge me, dear Lord ! 
 
 Seeing that holy man at point to die, 
 
 Thyself away, and nothing left, — save this, 
 
38 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 I fetched six seers from Vittoo — promising 
 That this night, when the houses are all shut, 
 I would go there, and give — what he hath asked." 
 
 Silent he Stood awhile, with limbs braced hard, 
 And breath caught back, and blood chilled in his veins. 
 As when afield th' unwitting antelope 
 Sees the lithe cheetah spring, and knows it death. 
 The next fierce instant in his breast his hand 
 Fumbled the handle of his jungle-knife. 
 And settled where to strike — there ! twixt the breasts ! 
 Straight to that bartered heart ! Then, a long sigh 
 Brake from his soul, and — as she sank, full length, 
 Sobbing upon his feet — the rage — the hate, 
 The tempest of his thunderous misery. 
 His husband's wrath — ^his man's fond passion — ^passed 
 From lips and eyes, as, on a stormy noon 
 The shadows of the lightning-cloud, which lay 
 Black on the hill-side, flit ; and sunshine gleams. 
 
 " Thou hast done well ! " he said, with breaking voice, 
 " And rightly, Sita ! though I would the flames 
 Had fed on me ere this. It was not meet 
 To let the Guru die ^not possible ! 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 39 
 
 And thou hadst no more means ; — and I away. 
 
 I thought to kill thee, Dear ! whilst thou didst speat ; 
 
 Then thought to slay the Sett ; — but that is past ! 
 
 Thou hast not sinned, Fair Wife ! seeking to pay 
 
 My duty's price, and finding nought to give 
 
 Save thy sweet self. 'Tis hard we lived for this 
 
 Who will he dead anon ; yet we should keep — 
 
 Must keep — our plighted word. Therefore to-night, 
 
 Thou art this man's ! I part thy savoury rice 
 
 Into two portions ; one I bid thee eat — 
 
 Thou must not faint before thou payest our debt — 
 
 This other I will take to Venkatrao 
 
 Whose children famish. Now then, dress thy hair ! 
 
 No ! not i' the old way ; not that pretty way 
 
 When I was wont to plunge my lips in its silk ; 
 
 But as they use who do this trade ; and scent 
 
 Thy breasts with musk, and paint thy lids, and stain 
 
 Thy feet and hands with mehndi." 
 
 " See ! it rains ! 
 When pity comes too late the skies relent : 
 There will be plenty soon for all, and peace, 
 Except for me ! Yet, since it is not fit 
 Thou shouldst go street-stained to the merchant's house, 
 
40 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 With mire on tky fair feet — myself will bear 
 His concubine to Vittoo. Speak not ! Dress ! " 
 
 And, when Night fell, and all the people slept 
 Lulled by the blessed rain — sounded a knock 
 At Vittoo's door — waiting ajar : a voice 
 Spake softly : " Kholo ! open ! — I am here ! " 
 
 So, — lighted by the flickering lamp which burned 
 At Ganpat's shrine — the Sett beheld her stand — 
 Beautiful Sita, Sita with dove's eyes, 
 Sita whom all his soul loved and desired, 
 Come to be his ! Joyous he led the way 
 To where an inner room shone bright with lights. 
 And gay with painted walls, and richly set 
 With luxury of yielding beds and shawls 
 Woven with silk and silver. " Sit, I pray ; 
 And suffer that I fetch thee foot-^water. 
 My goddess ! who hast deigned to pace afoot 
 Unto her worshipper ! " Thus quoth the Sett 
 Half glad, half fearful of his sighing guest, 
 So silent, and so mournful, and so fair. 
 But, when he would have laved those beauteous feet 
 Look ! not a journey-stain ! not one small speck 
 Upon them of bazaar-mud ! — and such rain ! 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 41 
 
 " Now art thou surely Goddess ! " Vittoo said : 
 " And thou hast hither flown on hidden wings, 
 Straight down from Swarga : else, how is there rain 
 On thy smooth head, but no mire on thy feet ? " 
 
 Sita gave answer — very sorrowful — 
 " My husband bore me hither — knowing all ! " 
 
 What think ye now that Sett did, hearing this ? 
 
 P. I cannot tell. He lived to call in debts ! 
 
 <r. We cannot tell ! Oh, Saheb of Sahebs, go on ! 
 
 /S. He set the water-pot aside, and bowed 
 His forehead to her feet — ^touching his eyes, 
 His brow, his mouth, his breast, with trembling hands ; 
 Making the eight prostrations. Then, he rose 
 Clasping his palms together, while he paced 
 Thrice round her, as ye circle Parvati 
 Reverently worshipping ; then meekly spake : 
 " I am a siuful man, who dared to grasp 
 At beauty all beyond me, as is Heaven ; 
 At goodness so above me as the stars 
 Ai'e higher than my roof; yet, dare I not 
 Do wrong to him, who did himself this wrong, 
 
42 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Bearing thee hither — out of noblest soul, 
 Out of such truth that it makes false men true. 
 Lady ! go free of me ! and pray thy Lord 
 That he forgive ! Say Vittoo writes thy debt 
 ' Paid ' in his books — with face upon the dust, 
 And lips imploring pardon, as from Gods ! " 
 
 So came she spotless home ; and the rain fell 
 Through fifteen days ; and rice sold cheap again. 
 
 Now who did well herein, and who did ill ? 
 
 G. Oh, Shiva ! the sweet tale ! — By Chittor's curse 
 I know it is a sin if holy saints 
 Ask food and none be given ; yet, were I he — 
 Rather such sin, — whatever Manu says — 
 And Death, and Narak after ! than to lose 
 Were I that man — the woman I so loved ! 
 
 P. I know it is a sin — as Manu saith — 
 To loose the bond of marriage, and to sell 
 Love for a gift ; but yet — had I been there — 
 Rather than turn away that saint unfed — 
 Were I the woman, and his strait so sore — 
 I had done even as Sita, unabashed ! 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 43 
 
 S. See now, you stand on either side ! and Eiglit 
 Splits midway, on the edge of Manu's rules. 
 I think — interpreting a Western mind — 
 The wife did evil, helping life to live 
 At cost of Love and Fame, dearer than Life : 
 The hushand evil, paying wrongful debt 
 With coin which none should ask, and no man give : 
 And most I praise Vittoo the grain-seller, 
 Who sinned in heart, yet had such heart to see 
 The loveliness of honour — Manu's sort ! 
 
 P. We must observe a promise ! Azuf Jah 
 Marching to war — only a Mussulman ! — 
 Made compact with our Waghur cattle-men ; 
 Wrote it in gold, upon a copper plate, 
 And kept its every line ; even now they sing : — 
 
 " Drinh full of my rivers ; 
 Graze free in my fields ; 
 Strip grass from, my roofs 
 
 If no grass the soil yields : 
 Three murders a day 
 
 I forgive you : — lut, heed 
 
 That your bullocks stand ready 
 
 When Azuf hath need I " 
 
44 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Now give me leave, good Sir ! for I must say 
 My sun- down Mantras in the hhitt-khana. 
 I will return ere Gunga finds her tongue ; 
 That light mind flutters round your story still ! 
 
 [Exit GoviND. 
 0. Indeed, I mused, when the grey Pandit rose, 
 Why I, too, feel — being but a dancing-girl — 
 Vittoo was best ! There must be happiness 
 In that white world of Virtue, whence you brought 
 The tender tale : but let hard thought alone ! 
 At Gwalior the Nautchnees killed a tree, 
 Where Akbar's singer lay, for love of him. 
 And of his tree — plucking the leaves away 
 To make their voices beautiful — tUl — ^look ! 
 There was no tree ! so may we pluck our lives 
 Leafless with thinking. Shall we laugh again 
 Till Govind comes ? We did not finish OM, 
 And you look weary : — let me sing you this ; — 
 A young Bih&ri taught the words to me : — 
 
 \Gunga plays and sings\ 
 
 Choti Gwdlini — A milkmaid sped 
 Slender, and bright and brown ; 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 45 
 
 With a chatty of curds on her neat little head, 
 
 To sell in Mathura town. 
 " Rama ! ho. Mama ! who luys of me 
 
 Curds as white as the ivory ? " 
 
 Jahan dhareU — when — at noon-tide, 
 
 She set down the chatty, to rest, 
 Tahan tamua — up to her side, 
 
 In silver and satin dressed, 
 Rama ! ho Rama ! canters the King ; 
 
 " Sweet little milkmaid, marketing ! " 
 
 Agu ! hokh agu ! — "forwards go I 
 
 Ride on your road, my Lord ! 
 If you lay hands on my sari so. 
 
 The curds will spatter your, sword ! 
 Rama ! ho Rama ! the curds will fall 
 
 On silver, and satin, and jewels, and all ! " 
 
 " Tdra likhi — you think it is curd 
 
 That falls from your milk-pot. Dear ! 
 
 Mora UkhA — I call it absurd 
 
 A goddess such stuff should iear : 
 
 Rama ! ho Rama ! 'tis amrit instead 
 
 Which Heaven rains down on your beautiful head ! " 
 
46 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 S. Thanks, Gunga ! Koils fluting love in Spring 
 Pipe nothing softer ! but our Sage returns. 
 
 [GoviND re-enters. 
 Now, Sir ! we know that A, and U, and M, 
 In this great Word, are three-fold states of life, 
 Vai^v§,nara the first — the waking state ; 
 Next Taijasa, which is the sleep with dreams ; 
 And thirdly Prajna, where man slumbers deep 
 Seeiag no dreams, but floating, quit of flesh. 
 On that still border-flood whose waters lave 
 Life on one bank, and on the other Death, 
 Now would we hear, ap hi mihridni se — 
 Of your kind favour — ^how the three combine. 
 
 P. I read on from Mandukya : — The Fourth 
 Is that which holdeth all the three ; being Life 
 Past living, sleeping, dreaming, dying — OM ! 
 He who is there is Brahman, knowing all — 
 Not as we know, peeping inside and out — 
 Not as we understand. ' Wise ' or ' unwise ' 
 Are words without a meaning for the Soul 
 Lifted so high ! It seeth, all unseen ; 
 Perceiveth unperceived ; not understood, 
 It comprehendeth ; never to be named, 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 47 
 
 Never made palpable ; not limited ; 
 
 The testimony of it being Itself, 
 
 Itself made one witli the One Sodl, wherein 
 
 Those states are each transcended and absorbed, 
 
 Changeless, rejoicing, passionless, pervading ! 
 
 And this Eternal Soul of Life, the Self, 
 Is named in naming OM ; and OM is named 
 From those three matras, A and U and M. 
 A is Vai^vanara, the Waking- S.tate; 
 And U is Taijasa, the State of Dreams ; 
 And M is Prajna, sleep deeper than dream, 
 Where the soul wakes, and moves in larger light. 
 Knowing a farther knowledge ; growing one 
 With HIM WHO IS ! 
 
 OM indivisible. 
 Embracing those divisions, — hereby grasped — 
 Is Soul, the Life of Life, the All, the True, 
 Changeless, rejoicing, passionless. 
 
 Say OM 
 Solemnly, with stilled lips, and mouth made clean ! 
 
 He with his Soul entereth the Soul of Souls 
 Who hath perceived these things — who hath perceived ! 
 
4« LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 S. Pandit ! I huinbly thank you for my part 
 In this most ancient lore, and mystical ! 
 I make namaskar with a grateful heart ; 
 Keep me in yours ! Peace go with you ! My horse 
 Waits near the gate, bid them lead Wurdah round. 
 
 [Sxit GOVIND. 
 And, Gunga ! till he comes, wind up your strings 
 And sing some last things now of love and tears. 
 For if those Scripts are right our lives are wrong ; 
 Yours Chand Jci tookri ! yours, my ' B^am of the Moon,' 
 And mine, who toil to teach so foolishly, 
 Being untaught. Yet what a goodly earth 
 To seem all nought ! What skies of vaulted gold 
 Vainly to roof the lives so mocked and scorned ! 
 What furniture of beauty and delight 
 Embellishes this world we are to hate 
 At high command of old Philosophies ! 
 Samajhta ? Sister ! — did you understand ? 
 These pearls which you do sweetly take of me. 
 And the small hands that clutch them, and the eyes 
 Which shine so bright, counting the pretty beads. 
 Are false as fancy — void — ^things that be not ! 
 Yet, how much surer than the surest joy 
 Of Taijasa, or Prajna, seem your lips, 
 
IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE. 49 
 
 Your black braids, plaited with the jasmine buds, 
 Your quick brown fingers toying on the strings ; 
 And what neat feet to be illusions ! Play ! 
 Find something sad but sweet ; for Life is false, 
 And Love is false, and only shadows live ! 
 And we must — little Grunga ! — melt to Grods, 
 Who were so well-content, women and men ; 
 Must part, and pass, and dream : I know not — OM ! 
 G. Jo hukhm, Maharaj ! thy slave obeys : 
 
 [Gunga sings and plays'] 
 
 " I^ay / if thou must depart, thou shalt depart ; 
 But why so soon — oh, ffeart-Uood of my heart ? 
 Go then / yet — goiTig — turn and stay thy feet. 
 That I may once more see that face so sweet : 
 Once more — if never more ; for swift days go 
 As hastening waters from their fountains flow ; 
 And whether yet again shall meeting le 
 Who knows ? who knows ? Ah ! once more turn to me ! " 
 
 S. Who knows, — who knows? Life a vain breeze 
 that blows ! 
 
50 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 \G-unga sings again\ 
 
 G. " Mow, gentle Breeze ! from my Beloved's place ; 
 And let the airs touch mine, which touched her face : 
 For this is much to the fond lover — this 
 Is food to live on — one wind-wafted Jciss ! " 
 
 S. Oh, Bulbul of the hill, sing one verse more 
 And then — Salaam ! 
 
 G. And then Salaam ! my Lord ! 
 
 [She lays aside her Vina, and sighing, sings\ 
 
 "Not seeing you, I pine to see ! and, when I see, to know 
 That you will go away again fits me with fear and woe ; 
 No joy of love I fimd in love, if you be near or far ; 
 Longing to have you hy me, and dreading when you are ! 
 Life is not life, if we must live thinking of love's last day ; 
 Oh, never come, my Love and Life I or never go away ! " 
 
A CASKET OF GEMS. 
 
 [Partly written in 1870.] 
 
A CASKET OF GEMS. 
 
 Deign, Sweetheart ! deign to take what true love 
 sends, 
 Its daily gift set fair in gentle song ; 
 Where — if verse fail — heart's faith would make 
 amends, 
 So earnest, speech, at best, must do it wrong. 
 
 AU lonely as I sit, a fancy raised 
 
 Lightens the heavy hour's dull incompleteness : — 
 Why is she sweet and good save to be praised, 
 
 Or I a singer save co praise her sweetness ? 
 
 Some whisper from the Silence ! Who can say ? 
 
 Poets, before, have found new music so ! 
 At least, hereby, what I thought, day by day. 
 
 Your eyes will read, and tender breast wUl know 
 
S4 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 And all spheres, Dear ! are servants unto Love ; 
 
 And all things in the World obey a Poet ; 
 And once — they say — the letter Yod did move, 
 
 And cried aloud to Heav'n — Mishna doth show it! 
 
 Therefore I bid these Letters — each of them— 
 Be messengers of splendour to you now ; 
 
 Each minion casting at your feet some gem 
 
 Worthy your white neck, or your arm, or brow. 
 
 If one should falter — if one fail herein — 
 Denounce the traitor ! It shaU surely bring 
 
 111 to that slave, as when an Arab Djin 
 
 Vexed Suleiman, or mocked Aladdin's ring ! 
 
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FlRE-OPALS, Fanny, from the magic cell ! 
 
 First of my alchemy, but not its best — 
 Let me lay these upon your hands, and tell 
 
 Why they seem not unworthy there to rest. 
 
 For since God chained, in nether rock and bluff. 
 Those radiant, sinful Angels, rebel found, 
 
 Were ever — in the midst of dead dull stuff — 
 Such burning, flashing beams of glory bound ? 
 
 I think a broken rainbow would look so, 
 If we could come at it, and steal a tittle 
 
 When the Arch- Architects of air forego 
 
 Their work, and leave it drifting loose a little, 
 
 I pray you gaze a while on these lit stones 
 By fancy fetched from Australasian steeps, 
 
 Where moony pearl sets blazing scarlet tones. 
 And pale gold melts to green, and amber leaps 
 
56 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 To bloomy violets ; and celestial blues 
 
 Flicker to rose and ruby. You shall turn 
 
 Nowise tbese jewels, but their shifting hues 
 To some new brilliancy will swiftly burn. 
 
 So shall true lady bend no faithful love 
 
 Toward some new need, but from its patient heart 
 
 Kays of an unexpected light will move, 
 And richer colours from its spirit start. 
 
 Mark, also, when the " noble opal " feels 
 
 Your palm's warm glow, its dancing beauties brightien : 
 Breathe on this Hydrophane — the rose-tint steals 
 
 Prom point to point ; and sea-green flashes lighten 
 
 The sleeping flint ! Or, lay this HyaKte 
 One instant 'mid the laces of your dress, 
 
 Then note its sudden splendours ! So, 'tis right 
 Love's colours be drawn forth by tenderness. 
 
 Yet, here is why I prize the shifting gem. 
 And why I lay it on that dear right hand. 
 
 Of all earth's common things the core of them 
 
 Is humblest : Sweetheart ! pray you understand ! 
 
OPALS. 57 
 
 Meaa rubbisli of the road- heaps ; silicates 
 
 Which gather in chalk-hollows, where, sea-bred, 
 
 Millions of billions, tubes and tunicates 
 
 Laid down their limy shells, Nature's small dead. 
 
 Who would have thought there should be use, or other 
 Service, for such lost Atoms of the main 
 
 When, sinking through the seas, they give the Mother 
 Their tiny life- garbs, to lay up again ? 
 
 But She, — who hastes not, wastes not, scorns not — takes it, 
 Each relic of her nameless children gone. 
 
 Stores her sea-oozes with their spoil, and makes it 
 Chalk down, or marble vein, or quarry-stone. 
 
 Till ages thence — of ruined nummulites, 
 Pharaohs their pyramids majestic build ; 
 
 And Pheidias, from a tomb of trilobites, 
 
 Calls Pallas forth, radiant with helm and shield ! 
 
 So this fair wonder ; 'tis the draff of rock 
 Melted in fires of under-world, or broken 
 
 From snow-swept crag, or shorn in earthquake-shock ; 
 Of storm, and stress, and wreck the splintered token. 
 
S8 LOTUS AND JEWEL, 
 
 And yet, because Day's white rays evermore 
 Pind their way back into such flinty things, 
 
 They glow like Seraphs' feathers. None is poor ! 
 
 None mean ! Heaven's light can make them mates 
 for kings ! 
 
Herewith, an Amethystine Cup ! see, Dear ! 
 
 How soft and pure the liquid purple swims ! 
 "lis the Maid's stone : she hath no fault or fear 
 
 Whose untouched lips drink from such chalice-brims ; 
 
 Whose virginal cold fingers clasp this stem 
 To quaff.the sober wavelet of the streams ; 
 
 And, if she wear an Amethyst, the gem 
 
 Keeps her sleep calm, and innocent her dreams. 
 
 It should be coloured as though violet satin 
 
 Changed to translucent crystal — with clear glow 
 
 Of rose-red 'gainst the Sun : — the learned Latin 
 " Eyelid of Venus " styles it, tinted so. 
 
 Or you may wear Avanturine with spangles 
 
 Of golden brown ; or Chrysoprase which gleams 
 
 Pale apple-green ; or Eose-quartz that entangles 
 Blushes of dawn, with white and lilac beams : 
 
6o LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Or Sard, the Carver's gem ; or Bloodstone sombre 
 Spotted from veins of Christ — the legend says — 
 
 Or Prase ; or Plasma, sea-grey stained with umber ; 
 Or Chalcedony, quenching silver rays 
 
 In milk. These all be sister-miracles 
 
 Of Amethyst ; treasures of gnomes, brought up 
 
 From distant caverns where the chill snake dwells 
 'Mid poisonous flow'rs. Yet, most regard my cup 
 
 Par-fetched and wonderful ! If you would know 
 Whence came so fair a work of mortal hands, 
 
 Leam it lay buried many fathoms low 
 Under a temple-tank in Indian lands. 
 
 CElian — " the honey-tongued " — its story writes 
 In pleasant Greek ; one, named Heraclia, — 
 
 A great Dame — in her Garden of Delights 
 Saw a young stork fall on the public way : 
 
 Some cruel arrow-barb had hurt its wing 
 
 Spread for long flight to Coromandel's shore; 
 
 Piteous, in dust and blood, the affrighted thing 
 Lay : — but she sped, and gathered it, and bore — 
 
AMETHYSTS. 6i 
 
 Soft-folded on her breast — into her bower ; 
 
 And tbere, witb soothing balms and unguents strange, 
 Healed his harsh wound, and gave him back the power 
 
 Of those broad painted pinions, to outrange 
 
 The flying erudded rack, poised in high air. 
 
 Ah, the stork's happy cry when first he rose 
 Over the city-roofs, and spied full clear 
 
 His road athwart the blue — as a fowl goes 
 
 On shoulder of West wind — to warm Malay ! 
 
 A little grieved she that her bird sprang forth 
 So gladsome. Afterwards — on that same way — 
 
 When Spring brings back the storks from South to 
 North; 
 
 While she did pace towards the Altar-stair, 
 
 Out from the clouds that glad cry rang again : 
 
 And lo ! th' astonished people were aware 
 
 Of a great fowl, which clanged, and left his train 
 
 Of friends ranged wedge-wise. Lighting at her feet 
 There he let fall this beauteous sculptured cup, 
 
 And laid his neck against her bosom sweet 
 For love of her : then, swiftly soaring up, 
 
62 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Was never seen again ! Heraclia 
 
 Quaffed from no other vessel, all her life ; 
 
 And poisons could not harm her ; nor — ^books say — 
 Pains or plagues touch her ; widow, maid, or wife ! 
 
 But when she died, and this rare goblet lay 
 Beside her bier, there came a whirr of wing 
 
 Under the marble porch ; and bore away 
 The precious gift. So fell it to the King 
 
 Of Coromandel : and when he was slain 
 In Chittur, some one hid it in the tank. 
 
 I bade my minion fish it up again, 
 
 And bear to thee. Drink as Heraclia drank ! 
 
N. 
 
 Nephrite, herewith ! the sea-green China Jade ; 
 
 A. sacred stone ! If you would magic try- 
 Carve I. 8. I. I on a square well-made, 
 (Its demon-number) in the charactery 
 
 Of hieroglyphs — for Egypt knew this well 
 And named it Nllion from her ancient river ; 
 
 In Babylon 'twas dedicate to Bel ; 
 
 Kings sealed decrees therewith ; aye ! and, or ever 
 
 A Spaniard's eye from Darien surveyed — - 
 Amazed — the blue Pacific's endlessness, 
 Those feather-cinctured Aztecs worshipped Jade 
 And graved their Gods upon it ! Well ! — impress 
 
 The figures ; set it in pure gold, and breathe 
 Thrice at the dawning on it, thrice at night, 
 
 Kepeating " Thoth " five hundred times ; then wreathe 
 A red thread round it — afterwards no wight, 
 
64 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Be he crowned Prince, or Lord, or Common man, 
 Saith nay to any wish that shall arise ! 
 
 But you — you, smile ! knowing how Woman can 
 Weave stronger spells with jewels of her eyes. 
 
 Leave, then, the amulet. Still, — if you take 
 A bead of grey Jade, cut with Shiva's mark, 
 
 'Tis sure — by Hindoo mantras — not one snake 
 Will dare to cross your pathway in the dark ! 
 
 You " will not walk," say you, " where such be found," 
 
 Eve of a safer Paradise ? — Then, see 
 How daintily the pale green Nephrite-ground 
 
 Backs the hot rubies in this jewellery 
 
 Of Muslim art ! An Amir's dagger-hilt, 
 Patiently polished for his angry hand ! 
 
 Note how the damasked waving blade is built 
 With blood-channels, and all its beauty planned 
 
 To kill, kill, kill ! exquisite devilry 
 
 Of arabesques of death, wrought without joint 
 
 'Mid two pure rows of seed-pearls, running free 
 Hither and thither in a slot ; keen point 
 
JADE. 6s 
 
 Like a snake's tooth ! Heed tlie gold script inlaid 
 All Tip and down the steel like trickling blood ! 
 
 Ya JanTiat — " Ah, the Garden ! " — that is said 
 To signify one little thrust makes good 
 
 The road to Paradise ; and see, writ deep 
 
 Bi maruf u'llah " by God's love and fear, 
 
 Towhomso 'tis appointed I bring sleep 
 
 Deeper than poppies ! " Yet another here — 
 
 A lovely masterpiece of mortal spite 
 
 Hafted in delicate Avanturine ; 
 Sumptuously set with ruby stars of light 
 
 As if a foeman's gore congealed had been 
 
 In drops about the gilded guard : its badge 
 
 Al hamdu wa al manat Lillahi 
 " To God be praise and glory ! " meaning rage 
 
 To consecrate ! And all this gear to see 
 
 Of Jade and gems, embellishing mere Hate ! 
 
 If craftsmen to cold murder lend such grace 
 What should they do for Love ? Ah, Sweetheart, wait ! 
 
 My slaves shall seek gifts in a gentler place. 
 
N. 
 
 Nacee, and Pearls of Ormuz, now I fetch 
 
 Prom the bright stores of Love's enchanted Palace ; 
 
 Know you, perchance, how that poor formless wretch- 
 The Oyster — gems his shallow moonlit chalice ? 
 
 Where the shell irks him, or the sea-sand frets. 
 There, from some subtle organ, he doth shed 
 
 This lovely lustre on his grief, and gets 
 
 Peace, and the world his labour, being dead. 
 
 Ah, patient foolish fish of the Orient seas ! 
 
 What else do we, the Poets, serfs of men, 
 But pour our souls out in soft verse, to ease 
 
 Our aches, and die ; and people make us then 
 
 yVealth, whence they draw musical ornament 
 For lovers' use, and sweet wise things to say ; 
 
 And wonder if the Lady did relent. 
 
 Or keep the pearls, and throw the life away. 
 
PEARLS. 67 
 
 For here be pearls, too ; pearls of lucent ray 
 
 For some one strung to mark her where she goes 
 
 A Pearl of women ; and when others say 
 
 " Oh, you glad Lady ! who did give you those : — 
 
 " Pearls of white thought, pearls of a lasting love ? " 
 Then will you finger them on your fair throat, 
 
 And answer: "These came deeper than from grove 
 Of sea-trees, green beneath the diver's boat ! 
 
 " Full many a fathom down I hanselled them 
 In heart of him who did not grudge, indeed ; 
 
 He would have melted Cleopatra's gem 
 In wine of verse, if I had said ' I need 
 
 " ' New splendours for my necklet ? ' On one day 
 I did not know he lived ; and that day's morrow 
 
 I knew he loved me well ; and thence — alway — 
 I am his peace and pain, his crown and sorrow ! " 
 
 " Ah," they will cry, " for such strong faith, Pardie ! 
 
 We, now, had shown great favour ; pearls are much ! " 
 But thou, wear, and speak nought ! — ^I give them thee 
 
 Free of all price, and a king's hoard of such. 
 
68 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 There was a King promised his beauteous Queen 
 A virgin necklace of pure matchless pearls 
 
 Which ne'er before had worn or threaded been, 
 Milk-white from where the Arab fisher furls 
 
 His sails of mat ; and stoops and plunges in, 
 And sees the light fade farther from his eyes, 
 
 And hears the dreadfal, weltering, waters' din ; 
 Yet dares the agony, and grasps the prize ; — 
 
 Sinking a slave, with hardly means to feed ; 
 
 Eetuming, gift-giVer to Queens and Kings, — 
 The brine choking his lips, the bladdered weed 
 
 Tangling his feet, but those pale precious things 
 
 Safe in his loin cloth ! And, perchance, one day 
 He watched the high Sultana pass in state ; 
 
 The necklace warm between her breasts, her way 
 Lined by a worshipping crowd, her sceptred mate 
 
 Proud of that pearled Consort. And his heart 
 Would laugh within him saying, " Lord of lands ! 
 
 In what thou lovest I, too, claim a part ! 
 She is so fair because these toilsome hands 
 
PEARLS. bq 
 
 " Tore from the waves their wealth. Yea, Pearl of pearls! 
 
 Lulu-'l-maknun ! than Houris lovelier, 
 That hast the black eyes of the Prophet's Girls 
 
 Promised in Paradise, and mouth of myrrh ; 
 
 " In next life after this whose wilt thon be. 
 
 His that gave gold for thee, or mine, who went 
 
 Across the shark's jaws to the nether sea. 
 
 Nigh dead for breath, that thou might'st pace 
 content ? " 
 
 So, Queen of mine ! I am that Eastern King ! 
 
 These pearls were never strung which I send thee ; 
 I ransacked unknown gulfs for them, I bring 
 
 New moonlight wonders from an unsaUed sea. 
 
 Nay, and my Pearl ! I am that Arab Diver ! 
 
 I stooped and plunged for you into the wave, 
 Eetuming rich — yet richer, when forever, 
 
 The treasure of the upper air I have ; 
 
 If not ! — Ah, life's light quenched, and life's faith broken ! 
 
 How fares it with pearl-fisher dead and foiled ? 
 Lost ! — tossing on the billows for a token 
 
 Of his large hope, he drifts where he had toiled ; 
 
70 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 A.nd sea-birds — whicli are like sharp thoughts — consume 
 him; 
 
 And hideous fish — fierce as love-longings — tear 
 The heart that beat so bold ; and storm-clouds gloom him 
 
 Out from the sight of Heaven. Pity him, Dear ! 
 
Y. 
 
 Ydcut Asf'&r : so the swart Sonar names 
 These golden-lighted topazes from Ind : 
 
 If you should heed his tale, their yellow flames 
 Gleam in the dark so that a man may find 
 
 A path thereby ; or read in Holy Writ ; 
 
 Or see her lips whose neck lies on his arm ; 
 Also the topaz (levigating it) 
 
 Cures sleeplessness, scant breath, and fever's harm ; 
 
 Soothes anger ; strengthens wit ; counterchecks spells ; 
 
 Aids divination, and — on cups inlaid — 
 If poison lurk within, faithfully tells. 
 
 Becoming pale ! Albertus Magnus said 
 
 It was Draconium — a Dragon's bone — 
 
 (Black and pyramidal) which rendered sight 
 
 To Theodosius. Nay, indeed, the stone 
 
 Was Topaz ! Shall I give you this aright ? 
 
72 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 'Twas in those times when birds and beasts could talk, 
 Who now are wiser than to know too much ; 
 
 When newer eyes saw Shades and Angels walk ; 
 
 And younger hands feared not God's hand to touch ; 
 
 The ' Gesta Eomanorum ' tells it : — he. 
 
 The blind great Csesar, hung a brazen gong 
 
 Before his Palace-gate, whither flocked free 
 All citizens, and whoso suffered wrong 
 
 Might beat the brass and speak — lofty or low — 
 Into that Emperor's ear, patient reclining ; 
 
 The purple wrapped around his sightless brow, 
 But in his soul the Light of Justice shining. 
 
 Thus, one day came a snake which had her young 
 Under the gateway-tower : she, sharply hissing. 
 
 Struck with her coils the echoing gong that hung 
 Against the porch. Thereon, Osesar — dismissing 
 
 The dark-eyed girls who fanned him — cried in Greek 
 " Have entrance, friend ! " And, gliding in, the Snake 
 
 Did homage with her crest in dust ; then, meek 
 Addressed the Master of the Bast : " I make 
 
TOPAZES. 73 
 
 " My nest beneath thy wall, where, yesternight, 
 Safe slept my brood — to me more fair and brave 
 
 Than those rich ropes of sards and jacinths bright 
 Binding thy head-cloth : but, while I, thy slave, 
 
 " Wandered for food, there stole a porcupine 
 Into my hole, and ate my snakelets three ; 
 
 And hath my wonted house, as 'twere not mine ! 
 And will not yield ! Now, therefore, unto me 
 
 Grant justice, Caesar ! " Then, the sightless King 
 
 Gave straight command they kill that beast, and lead 
 
 The Serpent safely homeward. And this thing 
 Was wrought ; and men lightly forgot the deed. 
 
 But, on the morrow, at the hour of noon — 
 When Theodosius on his day-bed slept — 
 
 Jewelled with many a jet and amber moon, 
 
 And ringed and gUt, a monstrous serpent crept 
 
 Over the patterned pavements, clomb the bed ; 
 
 And, gliding to the cheek of Cffisar, laid 
 From its wide jaws, — thick-set with fangs and red,— 
 
 A Topaz upon either lid ! Afirayed 
 
74 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 The Guards beheld, and would have slain the Worm 
 Save that it uttered : " Let me pass with life ! 
 
 Eouse ye your Lord ! then will all men affirm 
 I pay full court-fees for my righted wife." 
 
 And lo ! when Theodosius waked, his eyes 
 
 Were purged of cloud ! the blessed beam of Day 
 
 Shone once more, his to joy in ; and surprise 
 Fell on the city. But Love wins alway ! 
 
 Two marvels hath the Topaz ! When 'tis laid — 
 The light wine-coloured jewel — in the sun, 
 
 Day by day you shall mark its glories fade ; 
 Golden and crimson lustres, one by one, 
 
 Perishing into paleness ! Lesson-laden 
 
 The gem's deed is, for see you not a token ? 
 
 Was never tender secret of fair maiden 
 But lost its deep delight ia being spoken. 
 
 Again, take amber-yellow Topazes ! 
 
 Heat them — safe-packed in crucible — and lay 
 All glowing on white stone ; and then, as is 
 
 The dying dolphin's change, or shift of Day 
 
TOPAZES. 
 
 Melting to Night, so show the strange adomings 
 Of this gem cooling : first, like ice it gleams 
 
 Hueless, then steals a tender tint of morning's 
 Soft earliest saffron ; afterwards it beams 
 
 Such faint pale pink as white hedge-roses blush with ; 
 
 And last — all suddenly — a rosy glow 
 Shoots through the stone, as rich as rubies flush with ; 
 
 Remaining fixed ! Who made the Sun doth know 
 
 Why this should be ! Tet, clasp these jewels, too, 
 Near to your heart ! My next slave flies to bear 
 
 Stuff for that structure which I promised you, 
 A Fairy Palace, richer than Kings rear. 
 
Moonstone, and Malachite and Almondine ! 
 
 These for the Pleasure-Place I build with song, 
 Since you did say : " Now, lodge me like a Queen ! 
 
 Feign me a Bower of Fancy ! Love is strong ! " 
 
 Here, then, I dream a dream to house you in, 
 A Palace for my Princess, saying that : 
 
 The spot shall be where the great hills begin, 
 Rolling in dark waves from the Deccan flat. 
 
 This way on Maharashtra's plains they look ; 
 
 That way to mountains and the Arab sea ; 
 A forest, full of many a tangled nook. 
 
 Clothes the grey crags with green embroidery, 
 
 Faiir is the scene, and sweet the seasons all ; 
 
 The folk Mahrattas ; pastoral, simple, brave. 
 Thither my fairy architects I call, 
 
 And there a lovely Indian home I'd have ! 
 
MOONSTONE. 77 
 
 Like to abodes of the East, the stateliest planned, 
 
 "With white wide walls, high domes, gates gold and red ; 
 
 Pillared chabootras, dark with shade, shall stand 
 Eound the first court, where steps of marble spread 
 
 Before a pierced-work porch, whereby you pass 
 To inner coolness, through a columned cloister, 
 
 Whose roof — rose-crystal — polished thin as glass. 
 Lights the veined pavements, all of alabaster. 
 
 Scented strange woods shall frame the chamber-doors, 
 Fountains of fragrant waters will be there ; 
 
 Along the ways, and winding stairs, and floors 
 Delicious things of Art shall make it fair ! 
 
 Blossoms of unnamed hues and odours fine 
 
 Shall deck the courts for you — the Mower of All ! 
 
 Birds in the orange-walks and lanes of vine 
 
 Shall know your name, and come when you do call ! 
 
 Flowers, too, shall glow of never-fading bloom. 
 
 On screens of Jasper wrought, fencing the Bower, 
 
 Such as one sees in that white Temple-Tomb, 
 Reared by great Shah Jehan on Jumna's shore. 
 
78 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 To keep for ever famous Mumtaz' name — 
 The Lady of Ms Throne — a hundred gems, 
 
 Cut to their burning hearts one flower to frame ; 
 Then inlaid on the slabs, in anadems. 
 
 And wreathsj and arabesques of rare conceit, 
 A changeless garden, where the happy eye 
 
 Lights nowhere, but some posy, costly-sweet. 
 Fills it with joy of daintiest jewellery. 
 
 I will have columns such as Solomon 
 
 Commanded of his Djins — naming The Name , 
 
 Cut in the blue of that dread signet stone. 
 His magic Sapphire ; columns such as came 
 
 Across the Aramoean sands, across 
 
 The Erythroean billows; syenite. 
 Black porphyry purple-veined, the satin gloss 
 
 Of onyx ; coral, crystals, chrysolite, 
 
 With abaci of silver. I will have 
 
 A milk-white warm pavilion in the midst, 
 
 Such as Siddartha, Prince of India, gave 
 To bright Tas6dhara. Whisper thou didst 
 
MOONSTONE. 79 
 
 That " Love is rich ; " and what, then, shall prevent 
 Our Palace with such Amethyst lamps to light 
 
 As gleamed o'er Cleopatra's sleep, and sent 
 
 Eayc of soft splendour through th' Egyptian night ; 
 
 Dimming Mizdr and Algol ? What forbids 
 To ordain such hangings as Aladdin chose 
 
 Of blue and amber silks ; and coverlids 
 
 Stiff with sewn gold and seed pearls ? Ay, or those 
 
 Carpets of Iran woven thick with tints 
 
 Of peach and tulip ; and sweet secret times 
 
 Of Leila and Majnun ; and pictured hints 
 Of lovers' bUss ; and tender subtle rhymes 
 
 From Persian verse — seggMehs gay, where fall 
 The henna-stained small feet of Shiraz girls 
 
 Softly as snow on roses. Therewithal 
 
 A pleasaunce shall extend, where a stream purls 
 
 Cold from the crags, the sunny lawns along, 
 
 Sparkling from stone to stone ; bordered by ranks 
 
 Of blue and crimson lotus, and a throng 
 
 Of plumed palms shading all the dappled banks 
 
So LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Witli shifting fans ; and underneath the palms, 
 Moon-flowers, miisk-roses, and the silvery spear 
 
 Of aloes, and the champak's star of balms. 
 With milky mogras, breathing far and near 
 
 Breath as from Paradise ; Oh, and the walks 
 (New-watered every dawn) cut low and high 
 
 With runnels, where the mountain-water talks 
 Music to doves and mynas, nesting nigh ; 
 
 Ofttimes o'erleaped by golden-coated hordes 
 Of antelope, the bucks leading the way ; 
 
 The limpid-eyed Hght does following their lords, 
 Their shyness gone ; friendly, and safe, and gay : 
 
 For in our Palace peace and love shall reign, 
 And all fair creatures of the air and earth 
 
 Be friends of man, who, elsewhere, pays his pain 
 
 With pain and harm to these ; though Death and Birth 
 
 Are one for all, and Life the self-same sadness. 
 Where Love and Pity rule not ! There shall be 
 
 For gentle service faces fuU of gladness ; 
 Willing swift feet, and happy vassalry ; 
 
MOONSTONE. 8i 
 
 For good it is to obey where Love is master, 
 And fi-eest he who serves the noblest Queen ; 
 
 Therefore, thou minister ! bring — fast and faster- 
 Moonstone, and Malachite, and Almondine ! 
 
A. 
 
 Aquamarine — from Fancy's treasure-hall ! 
 
 Tet sad to-day for me this sea-green stone ; 
 For on the Channel-sands your light feet fall, 
 
 And I, among these millions, walk alone. 
 
 But, wave-stained jewel ! shine with brighter thought ! 
 
 It was across the Deep — years back — she came ; 
 The billows, which are of thy colour, brought 
 
 That gentle face to us. For this I name 
 
 The Beryl, water-tinted, as one stone 
 
 To spell you. On its lucent face is writ 
 
 fiaKpov aneari tottoi — " all alone, 
 
 Far hence, among the wine-dark waves, they sit." 
 
 The " happy Isles," he means, who carved that line ; 
 
 For ancient sailors told a mystic story 
 How some had seen, had touched — in joy divine — 
 
 Malcaron nhous, at the " Groups of Glory," 
 
AQUAMARINE. 83 
 
 The sweet " Sea-Paradise " — so hints this Greek ! 
 
 Ah, if wave-coloured gem could guide us there ; 
 And we, far voyaging, might sight some peak 
 
 Unknown, unnamed — cleaving the tranquU air 
 
 With pinnacles which feel no storm, and steeps 
 Lawny and lovely, where Death does not come. 
 
 Nor change, nor hate, nor care ; but alway sleeps 
 The purple main around the perfect home ! 
 
 Where we should find delightful friends and lovers, 
 
 And hear no word of woe on any lip ; 
 Opening glad eyes, as when the Dawn discovers 
 
 A sky of blue and gold, and ill dreams slip 
 
 Back to that gloom which bred them : where the wonder 
 Of "whence" and "why" and "whither" would be 
 known; 
 
 And we should lie, like Gods, above the thunder. 
 The Past perceived, the Future sure and shewn ; 
 
 Such were great magic ! But the Isles in mind 
 Else farther than the farthest ocean, Dear ! 
 
 Thither to sail — with e'er so fair a wind — 
 
 Asks more than toU of many a wandering year ! 
 
84 L07US AND JEWEL. 
 
 We shall not reacli them, save with Earth for vessel, 
 Sky for our sea, and for long voyage Life ; 
 
 But if Love steers, at last our sails may nestle. 
 
 Furled in those far-off Isles — past storm and strife. 
 
K. 
 
 Rubies, with Pearls ! That's Nature's jewellery ! 
 
 Look in your mirror when you speak my name, 
 And while you say it you may plainly see 
 
 Those charming reasons why I write the same ; 
 
 Pearl-rows which gleam through rose-leaf lips of grace — 
 
 Ah, no ! — ^I will not weave such worn-out posies ; 
 I had a higher fancy for this place 
 
 Than rhymes which jingle " rubies, pearls, and roses." 
 
 For these are MdniJcas — stones true and good, 
 
 Which my spell brings from Burmah's steaming grove. 
 
 Such have the colour of the drop of blood 
 Shed on the white neck of a wounded dove. 
 
 Of such was carved the magic vial filled 
 
 With water from the " Fount of Touth " that wells 
 
 Behind the " Sea of Darkness ; " water spilled 
 By Sultan Suleiman. Ben AK tells 
 
85 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 This legend, done in Persian, from the Book 
 " Lights of Canopns " — how the Hebrew Khan 
 
 Sate on the cloud-roofed mountain-tops which look 
 This way on Ind, that way to Khorasan. 
 
 Angels and Djins and Peris round the king 
 
 Paid homage, mixed with man and heast and bird, 
 
 For on his finger was the Sapphire-ring 
 
 Graved with the name of God, which whoso heard. 
 
 Hearing, obeyed. Wherefore the Eagles flew 
 
 Against the sun, to shade him ; she-bears brought 
 
 Wild honey ; snakes their jewels ; flowers upgrew 
 To make a footstool for his feet. Outraught 
 
 Over the Earth his sceptre none withstood 
 In lands, or seas, or nether-worlds, or sky 
 
 Where — like to glassy fish in glassy flood. 
 Blue in blue hyaline — the Spirits lie 
 
 Un viewed, but living : and, this thing was seen ; 
 
 There drifted from the Pass a darksome cloud 
 Which, gliding nigh — the mountain-crests between, — 
 
 Took vast and filmy form, at first a shroud 
 
RUBIES. 87 
 
 That seemed to wrap some phantom-head ; but, soon 
 A shape of grace whose light and colour gleamed 
 
 From gold of setting sun, pearl of new moon, 
 
 With wings of waving sapphire, hair which streamed 
 
 Curled jacinth on the breeze ; garments of amber 
 Draped vaguely from an azure girdle-band ; 
 
 Great breasts of rounded rose, veils that enchamber 
 A half-spied awful countenance ; a hand 
 
 Slow-issuing from the shade, holding a cup 
 Cut from the sunset's ruby, — light compressed 
 
 To solid splendour — " Drink this liquor up ! " 
 
 A voice cried : " drink, dread King ! The high behest 
 
 " Of Him Whose Name is on thy Signet-Stone 
 WUls I bring water from the Well of Life ; 
 
 Of all men, Suleiman ! to thee alone 
 
 God proffers this ! a draught with power so rife 
 
 " That, quaffing it, thy flesh and blood shall take 
 Even as an Angel's, comely, changeless youth ; 
 
 Days without end, delights of sense to make 
 Immortal years seem few ; insight of Truth 
 
88 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Such as tliy Soul hath craved for. Drink or spill ! 
 
 Have here this Vessel with its dancing draught ; 
 My errand is performed ! Judge how ye will, 
 
 Suleiman and the Counsellors ! " A waft 
 
 Of sighing wind scattered the waning shape ; 
 
 In the King's grasp the Ruhy Vial shone ; 
 Far down the Pass — from splintered cape to cape — 
 
 Faded the breaking cloud-flecks, one by one. 
 
 But, when the strange Voice ceased, Suleiman mused : — 
 " Yea ! good it were to drink this gift of God ; 
 
 Good to repair my days and nights misused. 
 Treading with wiser steps life's ways retrod : 
 
 " Good to win back the fiery speed of youth 
 In veins which slacken ; good to ever guard 
 
 My kingdom ; to strip bare beautiful Truth 
 
 With eyes undimmed, heart's hot desire unmarred, 
 
 " Wholly possessing her, naked and pure ; 
 
 Myself ever renewed, joyous, and strong ; 
 Good, too, it were to have my years endure. 
 
 That God's fair Temple, — which I fashion long — 
 
RUBIES. 89 
 
 " May grow to perfect glory ; and my wars 
 Close in sure peace, — I seeing, age by age, 
 
 My people prosper under wider stars, 
 
 In larger lands ; till, on the great last page 
 
 " Of this World's Book Suleiman's name shall shine ! 
 
 Tea ! I wUl drink ! Yet, ye who gather near, 
 Djins ! Angels ! Beasts and Fowls, Seryants of mine ! 
 
 How counsel ye your King ? Tain would I hear." 
 
 With loud acclaim, " Drink, happy King ! " said they ; 
 
 And one with dark plumes folded, evil-eyed, 
 Sakhrah the Dev — ^who, later, stole away 
 
 Suleiman's signet-ring — ^low tending, cried : 
 
 " Drink, Lord of Lords ! the gold of youth is bright. 
 And dull the silver of slow- creeping eld ; 
 
 And dear are wealth and power ; and soft the night 
 By dawn of lovely ladies' eyes dispelled ! " 
 
 And Shir the Djin spake : — ^knowing magic best — 
 " Drink, Friend of God ! the Earth's weal rests on thee 
 
 As sleeps an infant on a nursing breast ; 
 
 It were not well thy Throne should vacant be ! " 
 
90 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 And Aml)erlii the Peri, gliding close 
 
 With flutter of white plumes, said, " Drink, my King ! 
 The joys of men and Devs in thee repose 
 
 As gems are held in cirque of golden ring ! " 
 
 Assad the Lion answered for the beasts. 
 
 Laying his shagged mane at the Monarch's feet, 
 
 " Drink, Master of all forests ! Thy brave feasts 
 Have known no wine like this, subtle and sweet ! " 
 
 And Sag, the Seal, moist from the Indian main, 
 
 Drooped his black fins, and bellowed : " Sovereign, 
 drink ! 
 
 The Water-creatures and the Pish are fain 
 
 That thou shouldst live for ever ! " From the brink 
 
 Of Baikal flew the Locust, chirping : " Khan ! 
 
 Drink ! for all things which burrow, creep, and buzz. 
 Trust thee to help them, helping beast and man : 
 
 And Who doth raise the dead from one bone, Luz, 
 
 " Gives thee at one draught Angelhood ! " Spake last 
 Hud-hud, the Lapwing, piping : " I have seen 
 
 The glory of Queen Balkis now o'erpassed ; 
 
 Drink, Lord ! for never such a gift hath been ! " 
 
RUBIES. 91 
 
 But glancing sternly round, quoth Suleiman : 
 
 " Are all things here ? Hath none some other rede ? 
 
 Lo ! ere I drink, and pass to God from Man, 
 Is every counsel uttered ? " " Hast thou need, 
 
 " Great King ! " the hill-fox barked, " to hear what word 
 Kumri will speak ? She tarrieth on her nest ! 
 
 I spied her in the thorns ! " " Send forth a bird 
 To summon her ! " quoth he. At such behest 
 
 Came Kumri, flying from her tree ; the Dove 
 Who hath the neck- of purple, and the wings 
 
 Of silver, and the breast filled full of love : 
 
 Heaven's softest creature. Spake she : " King of 
 Kings, 
 
 " Pardon thy handmaid that she stayed to brood 
 
 Twin eggs which must not chill ! Thy dread command 
 
 Passed unto me, and I have left my wood ! 
 
 What dost thou with the red cup in thy hand ? " 
 
 " I hold from Heaven a draught of life immortal. 
 
 The Ma-ul-Haiyat ! " Suleiman replied : 
 " If I shall quaff. Death's dark and hateful portal 
 
 Never can gape for me ! " Then, Kumri sighed : 
 
92 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Ah, mighty Lord ! how should a little bird, 
 Which only knows to nest and brood and coo, 
 
 Counsel great Suleiman ? Yet be this heard ; 
 Hath He, Who gave the water, given, too, 
 
 " The boon that whosoever holds thy heart, — 
 Queen, lover, friend, concubine, daughter, son — 
 
 May in the magic potion take their part ? 
 For then this guerdon were a precious one ! " 
 
 " Nay ! " the King said, " to me alone the cup ! 
 
 Not larger, see ! than those eggs thou didst leave ! 
 I am commanded — ^if I will — ^to sup 
 
 Its last bright drop ! " Then, moaned the Dove, 
 " I grieve 
 
 " They counsel thee to drink ; for all will go. 
 
 Thy Queens, thy children, ministers, and slaves ; 
 
 Thy best belov'd will be as last year's snow 
 
 On these hot mountains ! Thou wilt rule mid graves : 
 
 " Dead — thou though livest — ^with thy dead ; and see 
 Lip after lip, pressed once to thy lip, press 
 
 The bitter brim of Fate's black cup ; and be 
 Sad in thy splendour, with such loneliness 
 
RUBIES. 93 
 
 " As deserts know not, nor the lifeless main : 
 
 Thy Earth around thee will grow old and grey ; 
 
 Thy Kingdoms pass ; thy fields fall wild again, 
 But thou — too favoured — shalt be young alway 
 
 " With memory only old ; yet, that will taste 
 
 Death in the dust which blows from every tomb ; 
 
 Death in the flowers which wave in every waste. 
 Death in the mid-day light, death in the gloom ! 
 
 " Lord of all Kings ! forgive ! Love bids me speak ! 
 
 If her mate cometh not the wild dove dies ! 
 I would not drink hereof, who am so weak, 
 
 Lest I might lose by gaining : Love is wise ! " 
 
 Thereon departed Kumri — flying hard 
 
 To find her nest ere the twin eggs should chill : 
 
 And Suleiman the King, upon the sward 
 
 With eager hand the magic draught did spill. 
 
I. 
 
 Idocrase ! Garnet from the Hills of riame 
 
 A stone thus known hides in dark Hentha's glade 
 
 Which, when the Indians find, with joy they name, 
 And — proving — toil no more ; their gain is made : 
 
 The " Noble Garnet ! " There the colour lives 
 So fine and rich no wheel can cut it dim : 
 
 Flake it, or break it, every splinter gives 
 
 One glorious crimson glow from core to rim ; 
 
 The colour of the blood of a man's heart 
 
 When — between red and purple — it doth sweep 
 
 Through the chief vein of all ; nay, or a part 
 
 Of the heart's self, carved where the life lies deep, 
 
 So if you say " such praise is common speech ! " 
 And " I have heard these tender things before ! " 
 
 Ah, Sweetheart ! let my Indian Garnets teach 
 A better word to you, a wiser lore ; 
 
GARNETS. 95 
 
 For these are cut, Dear ! from a heart of faith ; 
 
 The colour of Love's blood within them glows. 
 Know you a mystical Purana saith 
 
 There lurks in Balkh, under the lower snows, 
 
 A gem so hued, like purple wine congealed, 
 Styled Chintasiddhi (that's " Desire fulfilled "), 
 
 And, whoso lighteth on it, goes afield 
 
 Where two streams meet ; and — water being spilled 
 
 From forth his palm to all six quarters — then 
 
 He whispers " OM " — the stone laid on his tongue. 
 
 And therewith, from the forest or the glen, 
 A red she- wolf advances, great with young. 
 
 Who speaks a word ; and, if the man hath learned 
 The counter-word, that wolf will whine and moan ; 
 
 And — sudden — to a red-haired woman turned 
 Cry out : " I am the Servant of the Stone ! " 
 
 " Command me as thou wilt ! " Then, if he wills 
 A feast be spread for him on plates of gold ; 
 
 A palace builded in the hidden hiUs, 
 
 With courts and gardens wondrous to behold; 
 
96 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Or, if he will a magic horse with wings 
 
 To bear him through the Blue ; or mail of proof 
 
 No steel can pierce ; or if his fancyings 
 
 Lean towards lovely wives, or wealth, or woof 
 
 Of Kashmir silks with warp of silver thread, 
 
 Or pearls, or poisons — she with blood-bright locks 
 
 Fetcheth them all ! You shate a dubious head ? 
 You think the heathenish Purana mocks ? 
 
 Oh, but the Talmud hath a passage, Dear ! — 
 
 The grave, great Talmud — telling how one flouted 
 
 Eabbi ben Zachai, at the hour of prayer. 
 
 Who said, while that rash unbeliever doubted, 
 
 Jahveh would build gates for Jerusalem 
 
 Of pearls and garnets, measuring every way 
 
 Full thirty cubits — every stone of them — 
 And cut them to ten cubits ; and so lay 
 
 Thresholds and lintels. Yet, that scorner laughed ! 
 
 But, next moon, sailing on the Joppa sea, 
 A white wave cast him over, and he quaffed 
 
 Salt drink of Death, down-sinking horribly ; 
 
GARNETS. 97 
 
 And touched the oozy bed ; and saw — affrayed, — 
 Sea-angels there, who rolled great pearls and stones 
 
 Full thirty cubits broad and long ; and made 
 Blocks of their mighty beauty. So his bones 
 
 Quaked at the sight, for all their angry eyes 
 
 Burned on him ; and he spake : " Oh, Angels ! say 
 
 Why cleave ye these ? " They answered, in stern wise, 
 " We cleave these pearls and carbuncles to lay 
 
 The portals of the Holy Oity ! " Judge 
 
 If he came back in better mind — what time 
 
 They washed his mouth clean of the weeds and sludge, 
 And heard his trembling tale ! Ah, Darling ! rhyme 
 
 Relates not half the marvels, which lie hid 
 
 Behind our mocking light ! My next slave goes 
 
 To stranger spots than he; and, since I bid, 
 
 Brings thee a Gem from Aaron's breast-plate rows. 
 
The third row of the holy Breast-Plate stood 
 " Agate, and Ligure, and an Amethyst." 
 
 Great Jewels, graven with the tribes of God, 
 
 Hallow my page ! and thou, be thy brow kissed 
 
 By Seraphim, as I hang this above it ; 
 
 Thy hands held up by Cherubim to pray ; 
 Thy soul made sure that splendid spirits love it; 
 
 Thy feet set fast upon the blissful way ! 
 
 For, though I bring thee hither but in fiction 
 " Ephod of blue and gold," with mystic gem. 
 
 Let my verse pass, but be its benediction 
 Lasting, and crown thee like a diadem ! 
 
 Since prayer fulfils itself which rises rightly 
 From lips by gentle love made true and sweet; 
 
 So, let these belted Agates glitter brightly ; 
 As when Haroiin cast beneath his feet 
 
AGATES. 99 
 
 Coats of the camp, and donned wHite robe and mitre ; 
 
 And round Ms waist the " curious girdle " tied ; 
 And drew the thongs and gilded ouches tighter, 
 
 Hanging his breast-plate high — Oh, beautified 
 
 By wondrous work of " gold and blue and crimson, 
 On fine-twined cloth " — the gold beat out four-square 
 
 A span each way ; and gold chains linked the rims on. 
 With fourfold ranks of jewellery set fair, — 
 
 First Sardius, Topaz, and the Jaspis green ; 
 
 Next Smaragd, Sapphire, and an Adamant; 
 Third, Ligure, Agate, Amethyst were seen 
 
 Laid on chased beddings ; and the fourth line burnt 
 
 With Beryl, Onyx, Chrysolite : each stone 
 
 Carved with a Tribal name ! And he would go 
 
 Behind the Veil ; where — shut from Earth, alone — 
 He saw and heard what Israel might not know ; 
 
 For there the Ark was, and the Cherubim 
 
 Beat from pure gold, with golden pinions spread 
 
 Shading the Mercy-Seat. There God with him 
 
 Talked ; and none other heard the dread words said. 
 
loo LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 But, if the days were evil — if the camp 
 
 Had sinned — ^the Agate changed its white to black ; 
 Waned the green Smaragd like a dying lamp ; 
 
 The Sapphire half its heavenly blue did lack ! 
 
 Ah ! if our gems of human love we bore 
 
 Behind that Veil, would many — any — keep 
 
 Their beauty of the laughing Day ? Would more 
 
 Be dimmed, than brightened ? See what legions weep 
 
 Of love-lorn maids for wooers proved untrue ! 
 
 What cohorts of true wooers curse false maids ! 
 Let us not enter in ! Enough, if you 
 
 Are fair, and I your poet fond, who braids 
 
 These jewelled fancies for your hair ! At last, 
 I think where Love has lived, it cannot die ; 
 
 Its flame may wane, its lustrous light seem past. 
 But what once shone shines on eternally ! 
 
 Yes ! lift the Veil ! In that dread darkness pray I 
 Heaven make your years all happy — till we know — 
 
 Th' Angelic peace compass and fill you — say I — 
 And God's love come when Earthly love must go ! 
 
1 
 
 Amber ! Tou shall have Amber beads to bind 
 Tour smooth brown hair — threaded with Lazulite ! 
 
 I send my minion on swift wings to find 
 
 These hidden spoils of Earth for your delight : 
 
 And when — ronnd the Madopna's painted head — 
 You limn aerial backgrounds, do you know 
 
 That the soft azures which your pencils spread 
 Come from this Lazulite — gold-spangled so ? 
 
 " Ultramarina," — ^those same sea-blue stones- 
 Dug from dark caverns fringing Baikal's lafa 
 
 The lucent airs, and large etherial tones, 
 And passages of painter's skies do make. 
 
 I think if you should delve such Lazulite 
 
 As hides within my heart — all gold and blue — 
 
 The gold of it would make your days seem bright, 
 The blue of it might arch fair skies for you : 
 
I02 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Well ! ta.ke or leave ! You are too rich to need it ; 
 
 And love is sorrow — so say all tlie wise — 
 Though lovers never yet have deigned to heed it, 
 
 Since first your sweet sex cost us Paradise ! 
 
 Is Love so sad ? This Amber, clear and golden, — 
 Wept from great trees which, when the woods began, 
 
 Waved boughs, it may be, over lovers olden, 
 Shaded their slumbers, built primeval man 
 
 His nuptial bowers : for, see ! the bead encloses 
 Winged things which fluttered in life's goodlihead ; 
 
 Here is embalmed memory of meadow-roses, 
 An epitaph on unseen summers dead. 
 
 So, too, for me, the Indian name of Amber 
 Enshrines the pathos of a Buddhist page : — 
 
 Ah, now ! no story for a lady's chamber ! 
 Only the fable of some old-world Sage ! 
 
 Yet, you shall hear : she was Savarna, " Shining," — 
 The soft word pictures all the grace we praise 
 
 In Beauty's inner beam, subtly combining 
 Body and Soul, a perfumed lamp whose rays 
 
AMBER AND LAZULITB. 103 
 
 Gleam dim through alabaster. Legends note us 
 Her " eighteen perfect points," the fragrant hair ; 
 
 The eyes clear-cut as petals of the lotus ; 
 The shapely nose, the little faultless pair 
 
 Of ears carved shell-wise, and the close-set bosoms 
 Eounded " like tortoise-shell ; " the brown soft arms ; 
 
 Small hands, fine feet, mouth " red as bimba-blossoms," 
 Gait of a pacing roe, form showing charms 
 
 Like Sachi's, Queen of Heav'n. Lords did adore her, 
 Eanas and Khans from many wondrous lands : — 
 
 Kings came on elephants to kneel before her, 
 Their kingdoms' jewels in their humbled hands. 
 
 When she would dance it seemed like Music moving, 
 Visible, living ! When she sang, the Rose 
 
 Forgot its nightingale ! the Koil loving 
 Stayed ia his midway note to listen close ! 
 
 When one had seen Suvarna — says my story — 
 Fresh from the bath, in robes of gold and red, 
 
 Her beauty glittering forth with youth's fall glory, 
 Glad, in her palace, on an ivory bed ; — 
 
104 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 All women seemed her shadows ! Still — 'tis written — 
 
 Lovers were many, but beloved none : 
 Not once with Kama's arrow sank she smitten; 
 
 This sun-light Lady wearied of the sun ! 
 
 Then she heard Buddha preach ; and fierce upon her 
 Fell passion for that holiness he taught : 
 
 She would ' Bhikshuni ' live ; no heart should own her ! 
 Freed should her soul be, and her footsteps brought 
 
 Into the " Noble Path ! " So went she lonely 
 Climbing the hill-side -to Lord Buddha's Cave ; 
 
 Hungering for Eest and Eighteousness, — ^those only- 
 Thirsting for sweet melodious words which save. 
 
 But, on the midmost steep, whose rugged ways 
 Wounded the rose-red palms of her light feet, 
 
 A streamlet brimmed a pool : Suvarna stays 
 To sit and drink the water cool and sweet. 
 
 Thus, bending in the shadow of the mountain 
 To dip her hand and sip the crystal wave. 
 
 Like a steel mirror the translucent fountain 
 Back to her gaze her own bright image gave. 
 
AMBER AND LAZULITE. lo; 
 
 There was the braided splendour of her tresses ! 
 
 There the deep wonder of her large dark eyes ! 
 There the brown neck and breast, made for caresses, 
 
 The flower-soft mouth, the shadowed charm which lies 
 
 In curve of nape, and sweep of silken shoulder ; 
 
 The supple tapering waist, the swelling round 
 Of Mp and shapely limb : — her own beholder 
 
 Suvama marvelled at the form she found. 
 
 " Was I so fair ? " she sighed : " Well might tbey love 
 me, 
 
 Eajas and Sirdars ! And what days we had, 
 Good, glorious days ! before the ache did move me 
 
 To hear this Rishi. Am I sane or mad 
 
 " To mount his hill ? The Gods have given me beauty 
 As to the Ketuk-flower they gave perfume ; 
 
 And gold bands to their bees ! Is it not duty 
 The bee should suck the boney of the bloom ? " 
 
 Therewith her tears welled, falling — pearl by pearl — 
 Into the pool, which broke its glass with ripples ; 
 
 Vanished the image ! Then the Indian Girl 
 Tied the silk choli-strings beneath her nipples ; 
 
io6 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 And drew her sari round ; and, rising, turned, 
 Taking the downward path, and softly saying : 
 
 " Nay ! — for such grace and youth must not be spurned ! 
 I was not made for penance and for praying : 
 
 " Some last, best, lover waits me ! " So, she runs 
 Laughing, adown the slope — distantly hearing 
 
 Gay murmurings of the town, and pleasant tones 
 Of pipe and lute ; and feet of hamals bearing 
 
 Brides to their bridegrooms, " They who will may tread 
 The Noble Eoad," quoth she, " be miue the valley 
 
 Where pleasure lives ! " But Buddha overhead — 
 Calm in his cave — beheld Suvama's folly ; 
 
 And pitied her ; and, pitying, sought to save : 
 So (saith the tale) by magic utterance stripping 
 
 His own form off, assumed the aspect, brave 
 And winsome, of a Nautch-Girl, featly tripping 
 
 Along the Damsel's path ; more heavenly fair, 
 
 Comelier and brighter than Suvama's brightness ; 
 
 With tender wistful gaze, and gracious air, 
 
 Soft happy smile, and steps of dancing lightness. 
 
AMBER AND LAZULITE. 107 
 
 Amazed, enchanted, " Ah, thou lovehest One ! " 
 Suvarna cries : " Oh, not of Earth, but Heaven ! 
 
 What is thy name ? what errand goest thou on ? 
 Beautiful, perfect, Sister ! art thou given 
 
 "To comfort and confirm me? Come with me!" 
 Answered the stranger, — soft as running water, 
 
 Or wood-doves cooing — " Sweet such company ! 
 I am content ! " And so Suvarna brought her 
 
 With tender hand in tender hand enlacing. 
 
 And hearts close-beating, and commingling eyes, 
 
 Far down the hill. As that bright pair went pacing. 
 Melted with gentle love Suvarna sighs : 
 
 " Shiva ! how fair thou art ! th' Asoka's honey 
 Draws not the sunbird as thou drawest me ! 
 
 More than to list the wisdom of the Muni 
 It were to rest thy head upon my knee, 
 
 " And weave thy waist a girdle with mine arms, 
 And press a thousand times thy mouth of wonder : 
 
 Dear ! let us sit — the sun grows hot ! thy charms 
 
 Ask shade, like palm-buds in the month of thunder ! " 
 
io8 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 So sate they down ; and, locked in close embraces 
 Fed on each other's fairness — love for love — 
 
 Hands joined, arms twined, locks intermixed, soft faces 
 Nestled together like a dove with dove : 
 
 Till, fondling her to rest, her silk lids kissing, 
 Toying with taper hands, and smooth dark skin, 
 
 Suvama's self sank into sleep, yet pressing 
 That beauteous maid her circling arms within. 
 
 All the fierce noon and afternoon they slumber ; 
 At eve the Indian girl, starting, awoke : 
 
 I said this was no tale for lady's chamber ! 
 Ah, can you bear to hear what terror broke 
 
 On sad Suvarna's gaze ? Clasped to her heart 
 A festering corpse tainted the air ; its bones 
 
 Ridged the shrunk flesh ; the putrid inward part 
 Blotched it with green and purple ; cold as stones 
 
 Glared its glazed orbs ; all the fair grace was fled 
 Like gold fruit mouldered, or a lily's crown 
 
 Withering to foulness ! Oh, that awful Dead ! — 
 Suvarna flung her horrid playmate down, 
 
AMBER AND LAZULITE. 109 
 
 And sHrieked, veiling her eyes ; and ran a space, 
 Wringing her palms. Then, nigh at hand, she saw 
 
 Lord Buddha looking on her tearful face 
 With countenance of majesty and awe. 
 
 " Daughter ! " spake he, " for this thing thou hast left 
 The path which should have led thee unto bliss ! 
 
 Lo ! as the flower fades and the fruit is reft, 
 Love ends in parting, Beauty fails to this ! 
 
 " As she was, so shalt thou be, and thy kind ! 
 
 Nay, if it chagrined thee to kiss a skull. 
 Be done with Love ! always — red lips behind — 
 
 Grin those white jaws for flames of faneral ! 
 
 " And worse things be than funeral pyres, or parting ; 
 
 The Spirit, sick with passion and sweet pain, 
 Flits back from Death to Life for direr starting 
 
 On Earth's wild wheel, and builds its house again : 
 
 " Since, what thou art, thou makest ! Trishna breeds it ! 
 
 Thine is the prison, and the gaoler thou ! 
 The snake which poisons man his own heart feeds it ; 
 
 Yet — if thou wilt — wake from this madness now, 
 
D LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Vanquish thy longings ! Come ! there is no sorrow 
 Like Pleasure ; no delight like passions slain ! 
 
 But if thou lust for life the stem To-morrow 
 Will find thee lost in thy self-chosen gain, 
 
 " As the grey crane dies hy the dried-up lake 
 Where she laid foolish eggs. Meditate Truth ! 
 
 Enter the Noble Way ! Wise barter make 
 For blest Nirvana with thy grace and youth ! " 
 
 Then did Suvarna, with impatient hand, 
 
 Tear from her neck the amber beads and gold ; 
 
 Shook down her tresses from their jewelled band, 
 And cut, and cast them from her ; wild and bold ; 
 
 And meekly followed Buddh. Was that done well? 
 
 Ah, Love ! love is so lovely, who can say ? 
 I only know this life ! if Love be Hell 
 
 Then Hate is Heaven ! Let us not go her way ! 
 
Diamonds ! Now — womanlike — your eyes grow brighter 
 Flashing the sparkle back of such fair things ; 
 
 Hold both hands up ! I sent a demon-fighter 
 To wrest these wonders from barbaric kings : 
 
 Mdsh, almdsh, hira, hStih ! white, and blue, 
 The flaming golden sort, the black, and pink ! 
 
 Here be brave carcanets and cirques for you 
 
 A- blaze with beams, cut sunlike ! Did you think 
 
 Poets were poor ? Nay ! if our fancy choose 
 
 To delve old Earth, down to her deepest treasures, 
 
 Or spoil black-bearded Sultans, see ! the Muse 
 Denies her children no such airy pleasures. 
 
 And wise men wot Golconda's brilliant gem. 
 
 Tried in the fire, turns black, mere common fuel. 
 
 But these, my fairy stones, outvalue them, 
 
 Time-proof and flame-proof ! Here's a beauteous jewel 
 
112 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 My minion brings — the " Syamantakan ; " 
 Satrdjita the King worshipped the Sun 
 
 At dawning when Ms rosy course began, 
 At evening when his golden road was run ; 
 
 Eeciting holy Gayatrt, and given 
 
 To all high deeds, a pious Prince and tried ; 
 Wherefore one morn — 'tis said — ^that Lord of Heaven, 
 
 The Regent of the Sun, stood by his side ; 
 
 Unclasped a crest-gem from his crown, and bound it 
 On Prince Satr&jita, bending in prayer. 
 
 The folk of Dwiraka, much-wondering, found it 
 At the King's throat, burning the dazzled air 
 
 With beams of glory : and the influence shed 
 From that enchanted stone caused rain to fall ; 
 
 Averted serpents, pests ; quickened the dead ; 
 Brought victories to the Eealm, fortune to all 
 
 If good men wore it ; but an evil one 
 
 Died of its lustre. Oh, you laugh ! yet listen : 
 
 Prasena, the King's brother, put it on 
 
 And rode a-hunting with that gem a-glisten 
 
DIAMONDS. 113 
 
 Over his head-clotli ; and a Lion slew- 
 Horseman and horse ; but Jambaban the Bear 
 
 Killed the strong beast, and took the spoil, and threw 
 The sun-gem to his youngest cub to wear : 
 
 For Krishna tracked their foot-prints ; pierced the wood ; 
 
 Came to the cavern black, heard the Bear mother 
 Say : " Sleep, my Babe ! now wiU our days be good ; 
 
 This is the Sun's great Diamond, and none other ! " 
 
 She, seeing Krishna, " Ahi ! ahi ! " roared : 
 
 Then Jambaban rushed forth, and waged fierce fight ; 
 
 But lost the Sun-stone to its doughty Lord ; 
 Who died a-bed, slain for that jewel bright. 
 
 A wild, rude, Sanskrit story ! Yes ; but wrought 
 With touches of old wisdom 'broidered in it ! 
 
 Flash ' Syamantakan ' in light of thought 
 
 And note this gleam : — white knowledge, if we win it, 
 
 Is granted from One Source — for joy or dolour — 
 To whomso hath it, Prince, or Man, or Beast, 
 
 Yet, as each crystal by its inner colour 
 
 Stains the pure beam enkindled from the East, 
 
114 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 So stall the nature of eacli soul, endoubled 
 By will on mind, dye fair or dark that ray. 
 
 Oh, you may wear this Diamond, Dear ! untroubled ; 
 Look ! on your neck it glitters clear as Day ! 
 
E. 
 
 Emeralds ! The colour, Fanny ! of the light 
 Sifted through lime-leaves on a summer-noon ; 
 
 Or curl of crested wave, when foam-bells bright 
 Fringe the green furrows of the sea in June. 
 
 Such should true emeralds be ! green — ^it is said — 
 As throat of parroquet ; or spark quick-twinkled 
 
 From fire-fly's lamp ; or fresh unfolded blade 
 Of water-grass ; or lotus-leaf unwrinkled 
 
 New risen 'mid the pool, or glow which fringes 
 The gleaming amethysts in the peacock's train : 
 
 Sourindro Mohun holds " all Virtue hinges 
 On tints like these, and, if there show a stain 
 
 Yellowish or clouded, do not seek to heal 
 
 Snake-bites with such, nor carve a love-name on 
 them ! " 
 But mine are ' Marakats ' whose hearts reveal 
 
 Greener and greener glories as you con them ; 
 
ii6 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 A necklace for a queen ! Not tHat you need it ! 
 
 One gem-mark was already on your neck 
 Set by the Power who made us — as I read it — 
 
 Your throat with one soft little foil to speck 
 
 For contrast's sake : as lovely dames, who brightened 
 With high-bred charms King Louis' court or Anne's, 
 
 Laid on their damask cheeks patches which heightened 
 The tender pink, just spied above their fans. 
 
 Yet, be you heedful of this lucent jewel, 
 
 Soft as the moon-ray seen through leaf-green waves 
 
 By those sea-maids whose love, earnest but cruel, 
 Draws down the sailor, dead, to their cold caves : 
 
 For wise men write that, like as diamonds hidden 
 
 Under the pillow of a sleeping bride, 
 Will make her closed lips open, all-unbidden, 
 
 To tell if ever any lips beside 
 
 Touched their ripe crimson, so the Emerald's hue — 
 By reason that this is the stone of Faith — 
 
 Reports when plighted lovers prove untrue. 
 Ever so widely parted ! Mansoor saith : 
 
EMERALDS. 117 
 
 It burgeons for true love, like sprays of henna ; 
 
 But withers, at a broken vow to white, 
 Or falls in tintless fragments. Avicenna 
 
 Bade breathe upon it, at the morning light, 
 
 And, if the One belov'd were false, a mist 
 
 Would pass athwart its verdant lustre, telling 
 
 Of oaths forsworn ! When frail Zuleika kissed 
 TusTif, — her Lord, in Pharaoh's palace dwelling, 
 
 Knew by his signet. Doubt you that was so ? 
 
 Yet think how stones are built in Earth's abysses ! 
 What wonderful dark secrets Gnomes must know ! 
 
 How they may hear men's whispers, sighs, and kisses, 
 
 Living in gems — as Celsus held they live ! — ■ 
 
 When George the Third was throned, an emerald fell 
 
 Out from his crown ; and, did the Fates forgive ? 
 America was lost ! you know it well ! 
 
 But still you smile — American by birth — 
 
 Thinking that loss a gain ! Well, I'll be grave ! 
 
 Esteem the emerald noblest stone of Earth 
 When you shall hear the Queen of Sheba gave 
 
ii8 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Au emerald vase to Suleiman tlie King, 
 
 Cut from the mother-crystal — flawless, shining — 
 
 By life-long labour. Oh, a perfect thing. 
 
 Leek-green, playing to blue and gold ! Eeclining 
 
 Within his summer-tent Suleiman bade 
 Amru his steward bear it to the Palace : 
 
 At the first step which bearded Amru made 
 
 Down sank he dead ! The precious carven chalice 
 
 Had faU'n, in ruined beauty ; but, a wretch — 
 White with the third degree of leprosy — 
 
 Begging against the gate, his arm did stretch, 
 
 And caught the glowing cup, — and saved ! And, see ! 
 
 Clean grew his flesh, again, as babe's new-bom ! 
 
 Then the King gave command Balkis the Queen, 
 Be brought to audience on the morrow's mom ; 
 
 And, awful-eyed, he told what deeds had been : 
 
 How this was dead, that healed. But she replied, 
 Low-laughing ; " King ! It was not cut to give 
 
 Into the hands of liars ! Amru died 
 
 Touching the Gem of Truth ; thy slave will live 
 
EMERALDS. 119 
 
 " Henceforward whole, because whole was his mind ! 
 
 The mother-stone of this had virtues vast ; 
 Only true lips must touch it ! False will find 
 
 Thy Hermon honey slay therein I 'TwiU cast 
 
 " All ills from such as keep a sinless heart ! " 
 Then quoth King Suleiman, " Which man is he, 
 
 Save my poor Syrian who did bear the smart 
 
 Of God's hard hand — yet love Him ? Let him be 
 
 " My Steward ! Let the, dreadful Cup be laid 
 Within the Temple of the Lord ! " So fell it 
 
 To keeping of the Priests. When Csesar made 
 Judaea a spoil, some Roman lord did sell it 
 
 To one who kept that " furnished upper room " 
 In whose sad walls the Master sate at meat 
 
 With His disciples, 'ere the deed of doom. 
 And the Last Supper's bread did meekly eat ; 
 
 And the Last Supper's wine meekly did pour, 
 Saying : " These be my Body and my Blood ! 
 
 Do this in my remembrance ! " At that hour 
 The emerald cup of Sheba 'twas which stood 
 
I20 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 At Christ's right hand ; and in that cup did glisten 
 The noblest wine which ever vine did shed ; 
 
 Soothing with peace the souls of all who listen, 
 Feeding the spirits of the quick and dead. 
 
 Then the Crusaders won it ! Ninety fell 
 
 Fighting round Godefroi for the beaker golden : 
 
 That Cup which kissed the mouth of Christ — they tell- 
 Was wet with gore ! A Paynim of the Soldan 
 
 Lay, slain by twenty wounds, clutching the thing. 
 
 The soldiers of the Cross freighted a ship — 
 Proud Genoa's swiftest caravel — ^to bring 
 
 The prize to Italy : and no man's lip 
 
 Dared touch it, all those quiet centuries 
 It lay in San Lorenzo. Next, it came 
 
 To France, — or Spain, some tell : but he, who is 
 Our Master, and the noblest English name 
 
 Of living singers — holds (in Arthur's lay), 
 
 Arimathoean Joseph brought "it here 
 To Glastonbury, where the black-thorn spray 
 
 Blossoms at Christmas, every mindful year; 
 
EMERALDS. 121 
 
 Nay, that one saw it ! saw the glorious Grail ! 
 
 (Percival's Sister — pious, meek, a maid) 
 Glide, with a sudden radiance, rosy, pale, 
 
 Down a long silvery moon-path, through the shade : 
 
 " Rosy," " rose-red " — he sings — " and, in it, beatings, 
 As though alive," and music, heavenly-tender 
 
 Better than we can blow or touch, with meetings 
 Of tones celestial ; and a burning splendour 
 
 Of Angels' feathers, fanning airs unfelt ; 
 
 And crimson samite draped ; and stars which darted 
 Hither and thither, leaving lines that melt 
 
 In sparkles on the Blue ; and dim shapes started 
 
 Forth from the Void ! Yet, only three, — or two — 
 Believed with Arthur ; he " who knew alway 
 
 Himself no vision, and the high God knew 
 No vision," nor Lord Christ. But stiU I say 
 
 The Cup was Emerald, glassy-green ! I trow 
 Where now it is, but dare not have it given ; 
 
 Could even Galahad dare ? Could Arthur ? No ! 
 
 Dear lips of Christ ! Eich wine, vintaged in Heaven ! 
 
L. 
 
 LiGUBE ! the holy ' Leshem,' now I bring, 
 Judffia's Gem, Jacynthus styled of old : 
 
 Mark how the sunbeams flood with gold this thing. 
 And how its dark heart stains th' imparted gold ! 
 
 Jacynth, the stone which has a sister-flower ; 
 
 The jewel wine-red, and the blossom, too : 
 These both were snow-white once, until the hour 
 
 When God Apollo Hyacinthns slew. 
 
 Ever since then at, ai is on the blossom 
 And at, ai writ upon the stone as well ; 
 
 And the life-blood from the Greek boy's hurt bosom 
 Mars both with blackness, — so old legends tell. 
 
 Ligures they wore, set in an iron torque 
 At Rome, on midnights, laying L^mures 
 
 When May's Ides came, for then the Ghosts did walk ; 
 Then were the Lemuralia. All the trees 
 
JACYNTHS. 123 
 
 Drowsed in the Court ; streets sleeping still — no sound ! 
 
 Save if an owl screeched, or a town-dog bayed 
 Seeing the sheeted Shades pass o'er the ground 
 
 Tip-toe, a-glide, with eyes which made afraid. 
 
 But he would steal — the House-master — barefoot, 
 Softly, not speaking any word for dread ; 
 
 Yet snapping oft his fingers, if some root 
 
 Of vine or fig tripped him, like some one dead 
 
 At devilish tricks. But, when — all mute — he came 
 Safe to the fountain, there he laved his face. 
 
 And hands ; and rubbed the Ligure, whispering name 
 Of every restless Lar haunting the place. 
 
 Next in his mouth he put the nine beans black, 
 But must not glance behind, turning to go ; 
 
 While, one by one, he flung them o'er his back. 
 Muttering "hisfabis meam, redimo 
 
 Domuim ! " " With these black beans I buy content." 
 Ite, jpaterni Manes I " Good Souls, quit ! " 
 
 Then, nine times beat a sheet of brass, and sent 
 The Ghosts to Hades, where their fellows flit. 
 
124 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Poor Grliosts ! Love would not fear ! Love dreads not 
 death, 
 
 Nor doom, nor darkness! See this Jacyiith brought 
 From Hedjaz ! On its gold a verse which saitli 
 
 " With thee was well. Beloved ! " — and, inwrought 
 
 The Cross of Christ with Islam's crescent moon ! . . . 
 
 A Christian maiden loved a Muslim youth, 
 And he loved her ; oh, heart and soul, Majnun 
 
 Loved Mariam the Nazarene. In sooth 
 
 One look wrought all ! Young Majnun did repair 
 Mosque-wards to pray ; the loud-voiced Muazan 
 
 Stood white against the hlue ; in either ear 
 
 Pressing his thumb, and crying, " Ash'had-de-an 
 
 la-iUah'l-M-la-ho I " " Ye Faithful ! know 
 There is no God but God ! " ffya ul-as-salaai 
 
 " Quicken your steps to pray ! " As-sal-la-to 
 Khyrun min an-nawm,, " Better, Believers ! that 
 
 Ye pray than sleep ! " This cry was in his ears. 
 The faith of Allah in his heart firm kept ; 
 
 When Mariam passed — and glanced : and lo ! the years 
 Found their crowned instant : Love, full-plumed, up 
 leapt ! 
 
JACYNTHS. 1^5 
 
 Beautiful was she as upon its stalk 
 
 The tulip newly nodding ; heavenly-sweet 
 
 The music of her voice ; when she did walk 
 
 The glad grass seemed to kiss her light fine feet ! 
 
 Face, form, as 'twere a Houri in the house ; 
 
 Eyes so divinely lustrous that their splendour 
 Filled every heart with worship ; and her brows 
 
 Drawn like black bows over the eyelids tender, 
 
 And shadowy lashes ; and her teeth of pearl 
 Between the rose-leaf lips ; and rounded arms. 
 
 And high white bosoms ! Such a Christian Gii-1 
 The Prophet had forgotten for her charms 
 
 Amina and Khadidja ! So they loved. 
 Body and soul and blood blended to one 
 
 In burning passion ; and this passion proved 
 Sorrow, as always. Majnun was Said's son 
 
 Sheykh of the Gate, a hot Believer : she 
 
 Sole child of Nicolas the Merchant. Never 
 
 Dared they to meet if night's complicity 
 
 Veiled not their trembling joys. Cruel Qnes ever 
 
126 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Watched tliem, incensed an Infidel's pale face 
 
 Should draw an Islamite with Sorcery ; 
 Incensed a Maid of Christ should yield her place 
 
 'Mid saints, a Muslim's Light o' Love to be. 
 
 But, through the jealous lattice of her bower 
 Sometimes he took the comfort of her eyes 
 
 And by the lute's low voice, or some dropped flower 
 Knew it was well with her, or otherwise. 
 
 For many waters shall not overflow, 
 
 Nor sharpened daggers daunt, nor angry faces 
 
 Affright, nor bitter doctrines check, nor woe 
 Change a true love, which in the holy places 
 
 Kneels nearest God, Tet, on our little star 
 Purged must it be by Sorrow's fellowship ; 
 
 And pale the visages of lovers are 
 
 With earthly griefs, when happy lip meets lip 
 
 In those Elysian meads where Death is dead. 
 
 So, on this parted pair, and on their city 
 Pell evil times ; the Plague, with footsteps red 
 
 Strode through the Land, slaying — sans pause or 
 pity— 
 
JACYNTHS. 127 
 
 Wife, hustaiid, youth and age. A strong man stood 
 One moment whole, — ^the next, there crept a thrill, 
 
 Like the cold breath of Azrael, through his blood ; 
 
 His eyes dimmed, breath came quick, body grew 
 chill ; 
 
 Spasms rent his frame ; his poisoned flesh waxed white 
 With blotches ; soon he sank in mortal pain ; 
 
 Save where, after deep trance, Nature's kind might 
 Flung the taint forth : — then quick he rose again. 
 
 Thus, on the self-same day, the Pestilence 
 
 Smote these fair lovers, fated bitterly. 
 Sighed Majniin, 'mid his friends : " Now go I hence, 
 
 Never again my Lady's face to see ! 
 
 " Never again in this world ! Nay — and worse ! 
 
 Never in that beyond ; for she will be 
 Where Christians are. Sing not another verse 
 
 Of the Death-Sura ! Pray no prayers for me 
 
 " To Allah ! If a Mussulman I die 
 
 I shall gain Paradise, but not with her ; 
 Christ ! take me where she goes ! Lord Isa, I 
 
 Am Nazarene, as Mariam ! " The stir 
 
128 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Of MoUalis rending robes, and curses bitter 
 Of angry kin, his earnest accents drown ; 
 
 In a waste place the bearers of his litter 
 Unburied flung that outcast's body down. 
 
 But while for Mariam's sake Majnun foreswore 
 Friends, Faith, and Paradise, his lady lay 
 
 Sick as to death — not knowing how they bore 
 Her chosen forth — and all that piteous day 
 
 " Majnun ! " she sighed, " Oh, Majnun, Pearl of Lovers ! 
 
 Death cometh, and we shall not meet again ! 
 Nevermore, my Soul's Life ! the black grave covers 
 
 Thy poor white Dove, whose feathers thou wert fain 
 
 " Ofbtimes to smooth and kiss ; and, — woe is me ! — 
 Whither I go there canst thou never come ; 
 
 For thou art of the Prophet's tribes ; and we 
 Another people, with another home 
 
 " Beyond this world. But, see now, Jesu tender ! 
 
 In all thy Father's Houses which would give 
 Eest to my soul ? what untold joy and splendour 
 
 Could comfort Mariam, if she might not live 
 
JACYNTHS. 129 
 
 " Forever, and forever, and forever 
 
 With Majntn, be that Heaven, or be it Hell ? 
 If he may come where Thou art never — never — 
 
 Oh, Christ, my Lord ! then let me go to dwell 
 
 " In what place for his peace Allah is keeping ! " 
 And those around her bed chided the Maid, 
 
 Deeming she raved ; but dreamlike, as if sleeping, 
 Soft went she on, and this in whispers said : 
 
 " Dear God, forgive ! if pardon for such sin 
 Hath been or can be ; still, I cannot take 
 
 A path beyond the tomb he walks not in, 
 
 A heaven he will not share. Therefore, I make 
 
 " Sad choice, but settled : — letting go Thy love 
 Ah, gentle Christ ! lest I lose his, and sit 
 
 Amid Thine angels in the bliss above 
 
 Winning Thy blessed peace, and hating it 
 
 " For lack of Majnun. Is it Heaven's command 
 None shall attain it, save at thy fair feet ? 
 
 Then he will not attain ! But I must stand 
 Beside Majniin before the judgment-seat ! 
 
13° LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Oh, any Death save parting ! any doom 
 
 Except what sunders us ! Forgive, dread Lord ! 
 
 Friends, is it evening ? round me swims the room ! 
 Listen ! bury sad Mariam in the yard 
 
 " Where lie the Muslims of our quarter. Yea ! 
 
 I bid ye list — I, who was Nazarene 
 All my true maiden years, die here to-day 
 
 A Mussulmanl ! What his faith hath been 
 
 " That same is mine ! hear me ! I testify 
 
 There is no God but Allah, and " They smote 
 
 The little trembling lips, and drove that cry 
 Of tender heresy back in her throat, 
 
 Whose milky beauty throbbed — and hushed. And, then, 
 Scorning the renegade, they tore the Cross 
 
 From her cold breast, and bade the " bearing-men " 
 In that waste spot her shamed body toss 
 
 Where Majnun's lay. So, thus it was beheld, 
 When the Moon rose upon the dismal plain, 
 
 The jackals, prowling 'mid the corpses, yelled 
 And fled, to see a dead man rise again; 
 
JACYNTHS. 131 
 
 For Majnun rose, healed by his trance ; and spied 
 Death-pale, yet breathing, moving, beautiful, 
 
 Mariam his lady, Mariam at his side ; 
 
 Mariam ! and life not finirhed ! — Dutiful 
 
 With tenderest lips he touched her face, her head ; 
 
 Warmed with his breast her bosom ; chafed her feet 
 Full-softly, like two fair white birds, half-dead ; 
 
 And spake her name, murmuring such love-words sweet 
 
 That through the numbed sense to the drowsy heart 
 Stole their awakening music, and she lifted 
 
 Her silken lids, — and gazed — and with glad start 
 Flew to his neck. Oh, when were lovers gifted 
 
 With such a splendid moment ? For some space 
 Hung they together, feeding life with kisses, — 
 
 Each kiss a cordial — then they left that place 
 
 With faint rejoicing steps. And what long blisses 
 
 Were theirs for many years verse cannot tell. 
 
 Dear ! do you like my Jacynth for its story ? 
 Yet, where, at Death, those loving souls did dwell 
 
 Who knows ? God's many names may have one glory ! 
 
A. 
 
 " What ! A gold coin amid ttese jewelled treasures ! 
 
 Why send me such a relic ? " — so you say — 
 " Good to enhance some antiquary's pleasures ; 
 
 Stamped for dead people, in a buried day ! " 
 
 True, now, but look a little ! If one ponder 
 The legend of this piece, its gold may shine 
 
 With lustre leaving dull the gems of wonder 
 Which I did lay in those dear hands of thine. 
 
 An Aureus of the Koman Empire — see ! 
 
 And, on its face, in plain imperial letters, 
 MARCUS AUEELIUS ANTONINUS— He 
 
 Was Master of our earth. Rome's iron fetters, 
 
 Linked over lands and seas, were held by him, 
 The awful purple of the Caesars wearing ; 
 
 And triumph-crowned ! for, mark, along the rim 
 DEVICTIS MARCOMANNIS. He was bearing 
 
AN AUREUS. 133 
 
 That year Pannonian laurels (one — six — eight — 
 
 In era of our Lord). Gaze on the face 
 Pictured from one most noble, wise, and great, 
 
 First of his age, and foremost of his race. 
 
 Consider ! Pious souls have been, but he 
 
 Feared Heaven, worshipped himself! And just have 
 been ; 
 But he, higher than Law, bowed down to be 
 
 Law's officer ! Well-taught, in books deep-seen. 
 
 Daily he sate at school ! Master of war. 
 
 Bloodshed he stayed ; pitied his vanquished foes ; 
 
 Pardoned his haters ! Set far oif, a Star 
 
 Of sovereignty, he ranted himself with those 
 
 Born to serve Man ! Enriched with all the East, 
 With all the West ; Lord of the wealth of Rome ; 
 
 He lay on earth, drank from the stream, made feast 
 Of fruits and roots ! Yet, to rear porch and dome 
 
 Stately at Athens, splendid on old Nile ; 
 
 To dower learning, scatter truth, spread good ; 
 To help the thoughts which help mankind meanwhile 
 
 For those he poured his sesterces in flood ! 
 
134 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 Majestic, melanolioly, lofty, mild ; 
 
 Holier than saints, tlian sages more enrapt ; 
 One hour listening to Fronto like a child, 
 
 The next, in royal paludamentum lapped 
 
 Governing the world ! Ah, measure what a man ! 
 
 White in an age dark and unbeautiful : 
 Highest, yet humblest : since the kings began 
 
 No heart so kingly, large, and dutiful. 
 
 Eegard him ! does my Emperor pleasure you ? 
 
 Being but a man I only know that here — 
 If we shall set apart some three or two — 
 
 The flower of humankind blooms bright and dear. 
 
 This is the best we are ! " Verissimus " 
 
 Hadrian did style him ! When the Senate named 
 
 Marcus sole Ceesar, spake he : " Seat with us 
 My Lucius Verus also ; I were blamed 
 
 " Keeping no place upon his Father's throne 
 
 Whose Father loved me." When the eagles fled 
 
 Before the Marconianni, he alone — 
 
 Loathing red war — the reeling legions led 
 
AN AUREUS. 135 
 
 To victory. At his life — too pure to pleasn — 
 Avidius Oassins aimed, joining foul hands 
 
 With Caesar's beauteous Empress : foiling these 
 The loving peoples and the loyal bands 
 
 Slew that arch rebel, sent his severed head 
 A tribute to the Court ; but Marcus sighed 
 
 Seeing the bloody gift ; and, musing, said : 
 " Happier I were to pardon ! " when he spied 
 
 The accusing list, setting in deadly row 
 
 Names of the plotters, royally he rends 
 The scroll to shreds ; quoth he : '" Let me not know 
 
 Mine enemies, till I have made them friends ! " 
 
 And as he lived, so died he ; grand and meek, 
 
 Maintaining Antonine's sublimity, 
 Who, for last watchword, hardly strong to speak, 
 
 Gave the centurion " Equanimity." 
 
 Hear Marcus teach : " If thou with Gods would'st dwell, 
 Keep a contented mind ; follow that guide 
 
 Whom Jove hath lodged within thy breast to tell 
 His will, and lead thee to the better side. 
 
136 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Either the Universe is Chaos, Chance ; 
 
 Or else the Universe is Order, Law ; 
 If that — die ! and let pass the drunken- dance ; 
 
 If this — live and rejoice, in Love and Awe. 
 
 " Offer that inner rule of Heaven's high Lord 
 A strong soul ripened by the life below ; 
 
 A soldier at his post waiting the word ; 
 A heart too grateful to be loath to go. 
 
 " All which befitteth thee, befitteth me. 
 
 Thou Scheme of God ! What to thee cometh right 
 To me comes right : if life or death it be 
 
 So let it be ; good is it in my sight, 
 
 " If good in Jove's ! Oh Mother Earth ! I take 
 My rest with thee, right gladly lying down ; 
 
 What ! shall the poets praise Athens, and make 
 Songs to the City of the Violet Crown, 
 
 " And none praise Jove's great City, where we spent 
 Our span of years ? 'Twas sweet therein to dwell ; 
 
 Yet being bid to quit, go well content ! 
 No tyrant orders j no harsh laws compel ! 
 
AN AUREUS. 137 
 
 " Who opened tKee the City-gates, now closes ; 
 
 Who named thee freeman, sends thee off the wall : 
 Depart obedient ! Is there one supposes 
 
 The Ruler of the Eulers knows not all ? 
 
 " Depart submissive, glad ! Die unrepining ! 
 
 There is a Greater guardeth thee than thou, 
 Dearer than to thyself thy life's combining 
 
 Was to the Cosmos ; death is better now ! " 
 
 Was he not perfect ? Will you scorn to wear 
 
 His aureus 'mid the gems ? Yet lurking wonders 
 
 Perplex male minds, studying your strange sex, Dear ! 
 For gazing on his countenance one ponders 
 
 That grudge Faustina bore him. She — his wife — 
 
 Sharing the Purple, Lady of his glory, 
 Stained the imperial honours of his life 
 
 With shameful passions. Nay, I spare the story! 
 
 They knew it — to the lowest Roman slave : 
 
 Living he would not punish ; dead he made her 
 
 Obsequies splendid ; stateliest mourning gave, 
 And in a glorious milk-white tomb he laid her. 
 
138 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 All, you will wear ! You sternly judge Faustine ! 
 
 Yet one point more : — ^his sword lie whetted sharp, 
 To smite the followers of the Nazarene ; 
 
 Hated the Christians, and burned Polycarp — 
 
 For Eome's great sake ! You lay it by again ! 
 
 But, this — at best — we are ; doubtless, 'tis pity 
 He could not love our gentle Christ, nor win 
 
 One woman's breast. Still, when he died, his City 
 
 Voted him God ; and every citizen 
 
 Bought bronzes of him, built them shrines at home ; 
 Made him their household Lar, their Man of men ; 
 
 Faustina's fool, Christ's foe, crowned saint of Rome ! 
 
See now ! an Ivory Casket for your treasures, 
 Cut from a tusk some lord of BlepHants 
 
 Yielded, besieged amid tis forest-pleasures, 
 By circling foes. The creamy surface vaunts 
 
 Turquoise, in blue stars set, with lolite. 
 
 That violet-tinted gem which somewhUe hides 
 
 In Indian hills. Azures and purples bright 
 Play daintily across its sparkling sides ! 
 
 And, look ! the Casket bears so rich a labour 
 Of chiselled work, and stones, it may have been 
 
 By day the white delight, at night the neighbour 
 Of the soft slumbers of some Hindoo Queen. 
 
 It may be wrought — who knows ? of ivory 
 Taken from tooth of Eaja Megh Koomar. 
 
 A famous Prince of Magadha was ho. 
 Gentle in peace, and generous in war, 
 
MO LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 An elephant, in Ms last life but one, — 
 'Tis the Jain story — for a woodland-fire 
 
 Brake forth, consuming trees and grass. Undone 
 The forest-creatures died. Wider and higher 
 
 The red tongues raged ; whereat this kingly beast 
 Betook himself for flight ; when — from the reeds — 
 
 A striped bush-mouse, of all things last and least, 
 Leaped forth, and ran between his feet, and pleads 
 
 To Eaja Megh : " Ahi ! great Prince ! permit 
 
 I take asylum from this dreadful flame 
 Betwixt thy mighty legs ! " Megh looked on it : 
 
 " Small art thou ! " quotha "yet is life the same 
 
 " Brother ! for thee as me. Stay where thou art ! 
 
 I never spurned aught living, nor shall now ; 
 Sit close and fear not ; I will not depart ! " 
 
 Therewith he faced the fire, wielding a bough 
 
 Of thick-leaved S^l, to beat the heat away ; 
 
 Which curled and hissed, and scorched, blistering one 
 limb 
 And all his length of trunk, so sore — they say — 
 
 Megh died ere night ; but saved the mouse. And him 
 
lOLITE AND IVORY. 141 
 
 In tlie next life the just Gods made a king. 
 
 Mark, too, your casket's milky sides, how full 
 Of imagery ! Here's a suhtle thing — 
 
 A banyan-tree, whereat, with steadfasjb pull, 
 
 Toils a tusked Elephant to lay it low ; 
 
 And 'mongst the dropping branches two which bear 
 A long-tailed clinging monkey, feeding so 
 
 On the red figs, he has no eyes to fear 
 
 Those two rats, one so black, and one so white, 
 Which nibble at the branches : but beneath 
 
 A pit gapes, where you see the lurid light 
 
 Of snake-shapes twisting, and grim signs of death. 
 
 Shall I interpret ? Life's the banyan tree ; 
 
 Which Death, the elephant, in dust would lay ; 
 And the poor foolish ape is Man ; and, see ! 
 
 This black rat is the Night, the white the Day, 
 
 Which ever gnaw, in turn, at life's thin branches 
 Whereto man clings ; till, blind with sense and sin, 
 
 Fat with world's figs, down rolls he to those trenches 
 Dug by Death's feet, with serpents hid therein. 
 
142 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 But Here's a fairer legend carved ! A balance 
 Wherein they weigh a Prince against a Dove ; 
 
 An Eagle looking on ! the Eagle's talons 
 Bloody ; the Prince's face alight with love ! 
 
 Shall I interpret ? Raja Sagaras 
 
 This is ; for kindly heart of large renown : 
 
 One morning, when in full Divan he was, 
 
 A white dove through the lattice fluttered down, 
 
 Her silver plumage pink with blood, and rufBed ; 
 
 And, following on fierce wings, an Eagle. She, 
 Nigh dead with fear, her fainting pinions muffled 
 
 In the King's breast-cloth, seeking sanctuary 
 
 Close to his heart. Then screamed the cruel bird 
 " Give me my prey, just King ! " But Sagaras 
 
 Fondling the Dove, said : " Never is it heard 
 A prince repelled his suppliant ! " Hot as brass 
 
 Glared the great Eagle's eyes while it did cry : 
 " I conjure thee by justice ! She is mine ! 
 
 We drave her from the wood, my mate and I, 
 We hunger ! give the pigeon's meat — or thine ! " 
 
lOLITE AND IVORY. 143 
 
 " Thou hast thy right," answered the King, " but I 
 The right to ransom ; bring me scales, and weigh 
 
 My flesh against this dove's.'' So, fearlessly 
 Drew he a sword, and lopped his hand away. 
 
 The bird weighed more ! More of his bleeding flesh 
 Shore that kind Prince ; yet stiU mounted the scale ! 
 
 Add what he would, heaping fresh gifts on fresh, 
 The Dove proves aye the heavier ! To prevail 
 
 Into the balance then himself he laid. 
 
 Pallid and fainting, " for " quoth he, " a King 
 
 Were liever dead, and eagle's food, than made 
 A shame through ages, doing such a thing ! " 
 
 Thereat — the legend runs — the Drums of Heaven 
 Beat tender music, and strange blossoms rained 
 
 Out of the sky ; and from those oceans seven. 
 
 Which ring our Earth, came Spirits of Bliss, constrained 
 
 By such sweet deed to show themselves, and praise 
 
 My Eaja carven here : also the Dove 
 Shook ofl" her feathers, and great Uma was 
 
 Shiva's fair Queen, Mother of Light and Love ! 
 
144 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 And the black Eagle into Dhanna turned 
 The God of Justice ; and the Raja's hurts 
 
 Were healed ; and all the hearts of people burned 
 With worship ! So had Mercy her deserts. . . 
 
 Another sculptured side ! A mango-tree 
 Laden with fruit : one who a hatchet bears 
 
 Of black hue ; one breaking a branchlet, — see ! — 
 Blue-visaged ; whUe a third, red-featured, tears 
 
 Raw mangoes down : a fourth sits in the leaves 
 Eating the ripest ; — he is yellow : five 
 
 Is this light-tinted Rishi who receives 
 
 The fallen fruit, and passes. Shall I give 
 
 Interpretation ? 'Tis a parable 
 
 Of mortals using life and living things ; 
 
 A Hindoo Artist's fable ; he would teU 
 
 By colours who is wise, and which man brings 
 
 Shame on himself and sorrow to his kind. 
 
 Black, with vUe selfishness, is he that goes. 
 To hew the tree for mangoes to his mind ; 
 
 Conquerors and criminals are such as those. 
 
lOLITB AND IVORY. I45 
 
 And not quite black — but blue — this egotist 
 Who breaks a branch to reach some rosy fruit; 
 
 Such be seducers, profligates ; I wist 
 
 Small thought have they of the sad withered shoot ! 
 
 A little fairer-tinted — red — is he 
 
 Who will not harm branchlet or trunk ; yet mounts 
 Into the thickest harvest of the tree, 
 
 Plucking what comes ; and this man — yellow — 
 counts 
 
 Better complexion still, who only takes 
 
 The ripe fruits, made for eating. But the best 
 
 Behold him in that patient saint who makes 
 The fallen ones suffice ! His hues attest — - 
 
 (White or wheat-coloured) — that the carver meant him 
 The sweet contented soul who seeks small share 
 
 Gratefully, and goes by : since Heaven hath sent him 
 To serve and work, not feast and wanton here. 
 
 Ah ! the last panel ! Asia's secrets those, 
 
 Out with proud patience on the creamy tooth ! 
 
 Here you divine a form serene which shows 
 
 Smooth perfect limbs, and glorious grace of youth ; 
 
146 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 One side all male, and one all tender woman ; 
 
 The right-lialf God, but Goddess all the left ; 
 With braided hair, full bosoms, beauties human : 
 
 Over its head a bat, and water-eft ; 
 
 Beneath, a climbing plant shoots three-fold leaves, 
 With pale blue flowerets. 'Tis our Hindoo's way 
 
 To teach how " Maya's " subtle art deceives 
 By double sexes, forms of things which play 
 
 In various disguise of " He " and " She," 
 
 Of serpent, beast, and bird ; of moving lives, 
 
 And lives not moving. " All is phantasy ! 
 There is one Being only ! " this he strives 
 
 To carve upon the casket, showing us 
 Ardhanarishwara — female and male — 
 
 Wbo hath both natures ; and the bat proves thus 
 That mouse and bird unite, as skin and scale 
 
 Meet in the eft. The plant with triple leaf 
 Ah, that's a marvel of our Indian jungle ! 
 
 Dull botanists — who flout the sweet belief 
 
 That Dryads live, and with harsh Latin bungle 
 
lOLITE AND IVORY. I47 
 
 Tree use and beauty — those have never told 
 
 Half ardently Besmodiwn's miracle ! 
 If you should watch its buds of blue and gold 
 
 And light green leaflets, you would see them tell 
 
 Minute by minute the day- watches' all, 
 
 And all the hours of night, ever alert ; 
 One petiole rising while the others fall ; 
 
 A herb which lives and moves, and doth assert 
 
 A soul of sentience overpassing bounds 
 
 Set for the leafy world. Have we not seen 
 
 In sunny Singhalesian garden-grounds, 
 
 The grasses shrink where our quick steps had been. 
 
 Modest and timid as a maid that blushes. 
 
 But is not to be touched ? Flowers, too, there be 
 
 Which sparkle flame in opening; one that flushes 
 Scarlet, at sunset only. Briefly, he — 
 
 Our Hindoo — thinks men, creatures, trees all one ; 
 
 He calls DesTnodium a mystic name. 
 But close the Casket's lid ! I were undone 
 
 If this should weary you. Now shines the flame 
 
D. 
 
 Of Dawn-stone ! rare Sandastros ! — fiedra pura f 
 My servants bring this gem from Yucatan : 
 
 See ! in one light 'tis ruddy like Aurora, 
 And in another pallid gold. ... A man 
 
 Died, save for this ! Ah, but so long ago 
 
 You need not sigh ; yet, if you ask the story, 
 
 Believe that every jewel here below 
 
 Hath some Familiar dwelling in its glory. 
 
 How shall we question now ? Mark, on the gem, 
 Strange signs incised — Mexican symbols graved 
 
 By Montezuma's priests — the speech of them 
 Was Aztec : let the stone be three times waved, 
 
 And say, in ancient Aztec phrase, demurely, 
 
 " Sprite of the Jewel, speak ! whence springest thou ? 
 
 What is thy tale ? " — Oh, it will answer, surely ! — 
 Behold ! a little brown-eyed damsel now 
 
DA WN-STONB. 149 
 
 Appears, in feathered garb, and plaited tresses, 
 As the soft Indians used when Cortez came ! 
 
 Listen ! with low obeisance she addresses 
 The mistress of the stone : 
 ! " My wearer's name 
 
 " Was young Ayani — daughter to the priest 
 
 Of Tezicatlepotchli, God of day ; 
 In Anahuac, at the yearly feast, 
 
 The fairest captive youth they chose, to lay 
 
 " Bound, on the Blood-Eock of the Pointed HUl — 
 The Teo-calli — for thus was our Law : — 
 
 The people beat the snake-drums, and blew shrill 
 
 Their pipes of bone, whilst the Chief-Priest did draw 
 
 " His knife of splintered itztli through the flesh 
 Cutting from East to West ; and so did take 
 
 The throbbing heart away, and burn it fresh 
 Upon the Sun-God's altar. But to make 
 
 " Costlier that noble offering to Heaven, 
 
 For twelve glad moons before the day of doom 
 
 Honour and love to the fair boy were given ; 
 They built him in the Golden House a room 
 
15° LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Like a God's chamber, gay with many a thing 
 Of grace and ornament ; and richly laid 
 
 With cougar-skins and mats : where slaves did bring — 
 Each ere — baskets of grapes, and cakes new-made, 
 
 " With cactus-wine and honey, spreading soft 
 His bed for love and sleep ; since always there 
 
 Tender ones waited, waving high aloft 
 
 Fans of pied feathers, that the fragrant air 
 
 " Might kiss his brow and cheeks. And lovely gardens 
 Opened beyond the chamber, where there grew 
 
 All the fair fruits our southern summer hardens, 
 Stately great trees, and blooms of every hue. 
 
 " And there would lie Ay^ni, with her lover. 
 For she was noblest, and our law was this ; 
 
 That — till those twelve good moons were past and over — 
 The sweetest lips, the proudest breasts were his, 
 
 " The best the Land could give. Mine was the jewel 
 Her throat bore when its dusky beauty spread — 
 
 In those swift hours of joy, tender and cruel, — 
 A pillow for his happy, fated head. 
 
DAWN-STONE. 151 
 
 " There would Ayani lie, making delight 
 
 For him whose heart must smoke upon the stone : 
 
 Girding with buds of river-roses white 
 
 That breast the flint must open, flesh and bone ! 
 
 " And she would sing our ancient temple-song — 
 Sad and bewitching — saying Life is this : 
 
 A dream whose vague delight lasts never long ; 
 A swift night swallowing up brief day of bliss : 
 
 " Or, with low kissing-cry would call away 
 
 The humming birds, that quivered at the blooms, 
 
 To nestle in her neck and hands, and lay 
 The honey-quest aside, trilliag their plumes 
 
 " To please the pair. This glory of my gem, 
 Which trembles with the colours of the Morn, 
 
 Hath no such radiance as the tints of them — 
 Winged jewels of their Garden. One was borne 
 
 " On pinions of pale green, melting to black 
 By bronze and russet passages, its head 
 
 Alight with blazing ruby, and its back 
 
 Afire with flashing sapphire. Some word said 
 
152 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Would bring that tiny splendour, glittering, 
 Forth, from the trumpet-blossom's perfumed cup. 
 
 To brood amid Ay^ni's hair, each wing 
 Brilliantly spread, and the crest lifted up 
 
 " A tongue of flickering flame. And one bird — dressed 
 All silver and soft blues, with tufts of silk 
 
 At each white flank — ^would fly fond to her breast, 
 And hang between its hUls of tinted milk, 
 
 " Darting in play his bill's black slender curve, 
 Now this side and now that, as if what grew 
 
 On those hill-tops were buds enough to serve 
 For flowers and nectar. And another flew — 
 
 " Whene'er Ayani summoned — to her lip, 
 
 A little starry speck whence keen beams gleamed 
 
 Of gold and purple, in bright fellowship 
 
 With dark green gorget, and a neck that seemed 
 
 " Plumaged from rainbows. ' Feed ! my Rose-ball, Feed ! ' 
 The girl would murmur, and the bird would poiso 
 
 His bright enamelled breast, and blossomy head 
 Before her open laughing mouth, with noise 
 
DA WN-STONB. IS3 
 
 " Of whirring wings ; plunging the amethyst 
 Of his small frontlet, and his gold-mailed neck 
 
 Into that rosy hollow — sweet, I wist, 
 As any rose's heart — and feign to suck 
 
 " Ayini's honey ! Yet another minion — 
 
 Corseletted all in crimson scales, and thighed 
 
 With topaz and with turquoise ; either pinion 
 
 Splashed with red gilding, and each shoulder dyed 
 
 "Blood-purple — ^he would perch upon her ear, 
 Sit in its pearly cavern ; you had thought 
 
 A live fire-opal from Papantla there 
 
 Burgeoned and blazed ! With other cries she brought 
 
 " Other fair woodland creatures ; lizards plated 
 With grey and amber armour ; mottled snakes 
 
 Pink-mouthed and sheeny ; great-eyed musk-deer, sated 
 With browsing flowers. The jacamar, who makes 
 
 " A nest in reeds, left its red eggs to go 
 
 Where the girl called ; the grunting peccaries 
 
 Gazed at her through the aloes ; white as snow 
 The egrets clustered round her. He that lies 
 
IS4 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " Couched in the canes, a terror of the wood, — 
 The clouded jaguar, — when Ayani sung 
 
 Dropped the red fragments from his jaws, and stood 
 At the brake's edge to hear. Slowly unclung 
 
 " His coils the anaconda from the limb 
 
 Where he lay knotted ; and, all spell-bound, drew 
 His massive freckled folds through twilights dim 
 
 Of the deep forest, hastening near to view 
 
 " That soft-voiced woman. All along the leaves 
 Of the Eoyal Hlies, where their lush growth lies 
 
 Crowning with green and red the river- waves. 
 The plovers raced to greet her. Butterflies — 
 
 " Aaure and silver-dappled, black and gold — 
 
 Drew towards her as they draw to some bright blossom i 
 
 Ah, for a jewelled queen ! 'twas to behold 
 Ayani with the sun-birds in her bosom, 
 
 " And those gay fluttering fulgencies alight 
 
 On her dark hair ! She had such charm of love 
 
 'Twould stay the nursing toucan in her flight, 
 And fetch the hungry condor from above 
 
DAWN-STONE. 15S 
 
 " To circle nigh : the clavin — singing sweet 
 Beyond all warblers — and four-handed folk, 
 
 Bonnetted, furred, hook-tailed, all to her feet 
 Crept wooingly, and took the gentle yoke, 
 
 " In joy and peace, of young Ay^ni. So 
 Flew the delicious days, till that day came, 
 
 The last of love. ' Honey of life ! Dost know ? ' 
 The captive said : ' to-morrow mom the flame 
 
 " ' Will eat the heart which so adores thee ? ' ' Dear ! ' 
 The Girl made answer : ' I was set to soothe 
 
 Thy dying times, not love thee : yet, this year 
 Hath made our spirits one ! Ayani's youth, 
 
 " ' Aydni's mirth and comfort go with thee ! 
 
 Alas, the hateful stone ! the cruel knife ! 
 The awful God ! But, if this offering be. 
 
 How shall I live alone, who am thy wife, 
 
 " ' Great with thy child ? Look now ! 'tis dark ! array 
 thee 
 
 In my bark mantle ; bind around thy waist 
 My belt of feathers. Fly ! If any stay thee. 
 
 This jewel is the sign ! Speak nothing ! Haste ! 
 
156 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 " ' Show them my stone, and pass ! Hide in the wood ! 
 
 Less bitter are the heasts than men who pray ! ' 
 Vainly he clung and kissed ; vainly withstood, 
 
 She thrust him forth to save him. When 'twas day 
 
 " They found him fled. Then, all the angry folk 
 Cried death against Aydni, who had cheated 
 
 Great Tezicatlepotchli of his smoke 
 
 Of sacrifice. But she their spite defeated ; 
 
 " For, lying bound, she summoned from the brake, — 
 By some low word her woodland creatures knew, 
 
 And understood — a slender ribboned snake 
 
 Which coiled, obedient, round her wrist, and drew 
 
 " One ruby blood-drop, with right-loving tooth. — 
 
 So did Ay§,ni win escape. My gem 
 
 Hath this for story ! " 
 
 If thy tale be truth. 
 
 Sprite of the Stone ! who would not pity them ? 
 
E. 
 
 BuCLASE ! and Essonlte ! tbe last and rarest — 
 Witli Evening Emerald, surnamed Peridot ! 
 
 Now will fair ladies envy you, my Dearest, 
 For this full Jewel-Casket you have got ! 
 
 Buclase ! Not many an eye hath viewed the wonder ! 
 
 A secret of Brazilian streams, which bring 
 Once in twelve moons to sight — the schist- drifts under— 
 
 The tender glories of this subtle thing. 
 
 Sometimes a honey-yellow, sometimes green 
 
 As leaves against the light, then shot with flakes 
 
 Of pale sea-blue, but all three Colours seen 
 As Nature wills ; for the keen crystal takes 
 
 No touch of wheel. Its fragile charms forbid 
 A goldsmith's labour ; when the Maker made 
 
 Buclase, " Let there lie, in My Kivers hid, 
 
 " One perfect thing man shall not mar ! " He said. 
 
158 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 And Essonite — styled " stone of Cinnamon " — 
 The garnet Greek and Tuscan used to grave 
 
 With beanty, best and sweetest under sun, 
 Faces of Gods, and Heroes great and brave ! 
 
 Gold, fired with crimson beams, so glows this gem, 
 Out to a beetle's shape, the sacred Scarab 
 
 Of dead Egyptians. Note the signs of them 
 Quaint hieroglyphs ! Some CBthiop or Arab 
 
 Wore this in life and death ; and no man knows 
 
 His name or deeds ! But your name men shall know 
 
 Reading these jewelled letters which compose 
 Its gentle music ; for my verse will go — 
 
 Glad with the light of Love and you — to days 
 When better poets live, and Life, — made strong 
 
 By sheaves of our sad sowing-time — shall praise 
 Ladies we sang, and graces of our song. 
 
 Last comes my Peridot, the stone of Eve, 
 Tinted as evening skies are when their blue 
 
 Blends with the gold and grey, till we believe 
 Asphodel valleys open, and 'tis true 
 
EUCLASE AND ESSONITE. 159 
 
 That blessed spirits tread green meads in Heaven. 
 
 This is the " precious olivine " men trace 
 In cliffs of Nile ; and sometimes it is riven 
 
 Prom those black massy bolts hurled out of space 
 
 Upon our Earth. Whence come they ? Birds of wonder, 
 
 Flying on fearful pinions from the Vast 
 Wherein all swims ; lighting, mid flame and thunder, 
 
 In the scorched fields. The Indian blacksmith's blast 
 
 Forges a sword therefrom of splendid water : 
 I pluck a jewel, Dear ! for Love can bring 
 
 Gladness ffom grief, high hope from death and slaughter, 
 Light out of Darkness, good from everything ! 
 
OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Xalla. 
 
 UH, Foolish. One ! who wonderest if the eyes of lovers see 
 
 The glory of the Living God in faces blank to thee ; 
 
 If unto them the form belov'd veils more than mortal 
 
 charms, 
 And Paradise stands open when " my Lady " spreads her 
 
 arms. 
 The Khalif unto Laila said : " Art thou that Maid of 
 
 fame 
 For whom a wanderer in the waste the lost Majnun became? 
 By Allah ! not to me thou seem'st as fair as hath been 
 
 told, 
 No Eose of all our roses ; no white pearl set in gold ! 
 Of all the trees no cypress, of all the stars no moon ! " 
 " Peace, Lord," sad Laila answered, " thon art not my 
 Majnun ! " 
 
In Mestmtnster Hbbes. 
 
 She. Undee the marble's milk-white satin, 
 
 With cherubim, seraphim, trumpets of Fame, 
 And stately scrolls of imperial Latin 
 
 Blazoning proudly each deathless name ; 
 
 I think I could rest in a well-pleased slumber; 
 
 I think my flesh would be fain of the grave 
 If I might be of this glorified number, 
 
 And such a tomb, such epitaphs, have ! 
 
 ffe. Oh, easily lulled ! and comforted lightly ! 
 
 If I might choose, I would have them give 
 To the quick flames, burning clear and brightly, 
 Whatever is left of me, after I live. 
 
 Or else, in the kind great arms of the sea — 
 
 Which nothing can cumber, and nothing stain — ■ 
 Lay it and leave it. So might I be 
 • Safe back with the winds and the waters again ! 
 
IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. 165 
 
 She. At least confess 'twere a record splendid 
 To lie, like Philips, with lovely verse 
 Sounding the triumph of life well ended, 
 Tenderly wreathing the minstrel's hearse ; 
 
 Was it not grand to win such sweet riddance ? 
 
 " Master ! peaceful hereunder recline ! " 
 To be laid in earth with that gentle biddance ? 
 
 " Till Angels wake thee with songs like thine ! " 
 
 S^e. Fair is the verse ; but, I think the Master 
 Would rather live on a choral lip ; 
 Would liever some warm heart beat the faster 
 Eor musical joy and fellowship, 
 
 In anthems rolling — solemn and certain — 
 Or madrigals left us to play and to sing ; 
 
 Than have Angels set to draw Death's curtain, 
 And lauds as loud as the praise of a King. 
 
 She. Well ! tell me then, was there ever graven 
 A farewell softer to spirit fled 
 Than Franklin hears in this quiet haven 
 
 Where moor the fleets of our mighty Dead ? 
 
1 66 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Oenotaph ? Yes ! — but the beautiful message ! 
 
 Where is one like it ? " Great Sailor-Soul ! 
 Sailing now on some happier passage, 
 
 Voyaging hence to no earthly Pole ! " 
 
 He. Nay ! I have seen what was like it, and better ; 
 Far away, on a Syrian hill : 
 Not one word ! not an Arabic letter 
 
 Marked where the dead man lay so still ; 
 
 But round his headstone, for sorrow and story, 
 A long black braid of tresses was tied ! 
 
 Think how she loved him to give the glory 
 
 Of her hair ! Would you, Dear ! if I had died ? 
 
atalanta. 
 
 Greek Atalanta ! girdled high. 
 
 Gold-sandalled ; great majestic Maid ! 
 
 Her hair bound back with silver tie, 
 And in her hand th' Arcadian blade 
 
 To pierce that suitor who shall choose 
 
 Challenge her to the Eace — and lose ! 
 
 And — at her side — Hippomenes ! 
 
 Poised on his foremost foot, with eyes 
 Burning to win — if Pallas please, — 
 
 That course deep-perilous whose prize 
 Is joy or death ! Apples of gold 
 His trembling fingers do enfold ! 
 
 Oh, girls ! 'tis English, as 'tis Greek ! 
 
 Life is that course : train so the soul 
 That, girt with health and strength, it seek 
 
 One swifter still, who touches goal 
 First — or, for lack of breath outdone, 
 Dies gladly, so such race was run ! 
 
1 68 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Yet scorn not, if, iDefore your feet 
 
 The golden fruits of life shoald roll — 
 
 Faith, worship, loving service sweet — 
 To stoop and grasp them ! So the Soul 
 
 Euns slower in the Race by these. 
 
 But wins them, and — Hippomenes. 
 
 Xife. 
 
 {From Victor Hugo.) 
 
 Let us be Hke a bird, one instant lighted 
 
 Upon a twig that swings ; 
 He feels it yield — but sings" on, unafifrighted, 
 
 Knowing he hath his wings ! 
 
 IbaDrian's H&&ress to bis Soul. 
 
 Soul of me ! floating, and flitting, and fond ! 
 Thou and this body were life-mates together j 
 Wilt thon be gone now ? And whither ? 
 
 Pallid, and naked, and cold. 
 Not to laugh, or be glad, as of old ! 
 
Zbc 2)eptbs of tbe Sea. 
 
 (On a picture by Mr. Burne Jones, witli the motto : 
 — habes quod totd mente petisti 
 Infelix /) 
 
 Which is the one we must pity, Master ? 
 
 Who is infelix — ^the boy, or she 
 Drawing him down from his barque's disaster 
 
 To the pebbled floor of her sUvery sea ? 
 With light keen laughter drawing him down ; 
 Gleeful to clasp him — her mariner brown — 
 Heedless of life-breath, which bubbles upward, 
 
 So the fair strong body her own may be. 
 
 Who was the one that longed too madly 
 To have the wish — and is sorry to have ? 
 
 Do you mean your sailor faced over-gladly 
 The toils of the bitter and treacherous wave ; 
 
 T^e depths which charm, the danger which pleases, 
 
 The death that tempts man's spirit, and teases ; 
 
 And now he has won it, his prize of daring, 
 Dragged to the cold sea-maiden's cave ? 
 
170 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Or was it she, the Merman's Daughter, — 
 
 Half soft white woman, half glittering scales — 
 
 Who, sporting by starlight upon the water, 
 Saw him, and passioned — and so prevails ; 
 
 Sent the gale, or the mountainous billow. 
 
 To wash him down to the oozy pillow 
 
 Where night and day, she will lull her lover, 
 'Mid whispering sea-shells, and green sea-dales ? 
 
 And she is to find — ^poor Child of ocean, 
 
 His mouth set fast, and his blue eyes dim ; 
 And lips, and limbs, and hands sans motion. 
 
 And sweet love dumb in the breast of him ; 
 And her own wild heart will break to know 
 Men cannot breathe in her Blue below. 
 Nor mermaidens come to the Blue of his Heaven ; 
 Is that your moral, my Painter grim ? 
 
 Say, rather : " terque quaterque felices ! " 
 
 Fortunate, both of them, winning their will ! 
 
 If you paint the deep grey Sea's abysses 
 Dare also to plunge to the depths of 111 ! 
 
 For Peace broods under the rough waves' riot. 
 
 And beyond dark Death is delightful quiet ; 
 
THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA. 171 
 
 And once to have loved is good for tlie Sea-girl, 
 And once to have died is better still ! 
 
 I call them happy — yea, " three and more times," 
 
 She hath her Boy ; he hath his rest ; 
 And to finish love and life beforetimes 
 
 For Sailor and Mermaid is — may be — best, 
 I think she feels, by her subtle laughter, 
 That to clasp him was good, whatever comes after ; 
 And what should a weary mariner wish for 
 
 Better than sleep by Love caressed ? 
 
Ubc ibeavenls Secret. 
 
 " Sometimes," sighed TJalage : " in Lours of sadness, 
 
 A sudden pleasure shines upon the soul. 
 The heart beats quick to half-heard notes of gladness. 
 
 And from the dark mind all its clouds unroll : 
 How is this. Poet ? Tou, who know things hidden. 
 
 Whence sounds that under-song of soft content ? 
 What brings such peace, unlooked-for and unbidden ? 
 
 Say, now ! Oh, is it truth or accident ? " 
 
 " Dear Maid ! " I said, " wisely you ask a poet, 
 
 For there's my answer, on your upper lip ! 
 The Talmud writes : that dimple — as you show it — ■ 
 
 Between the rosy mouth and nose's tip, 
 Was stamped by God's own hand, the day He made us, 
 
 When unto each He whispered " All goeth well ! " 
 But pressed His finger on our lips, and laid us 
 
 Under His secret not to know — nor tell ! 
 
Hn H&ieu. 
 
 India farewell ! I shall not see again 
 
 Thy shining shores, thy peoples of the Sun, 
 Gentle, soft-mannered, by a kind word won 
 To such quick kindness ! O'er the Arab main 
 
 Our flying flag streams back ; and backwards stream 
 My thoughts to those fair open fields I love. 
 City and village, maidan, jungle, grove. 
 The temples and the rivers ! Must it seem 
 
 Too great for one man's heart to say it holds 
 So many many Indian sisters dear, 
 So many Indian brothers ? that it folds 
 
 Lakhs of true friends in parting ? Nay ! but there 
 Lingers my heart, leave-taking ; and it roves 
 From hut to hut whispering " he knows, and loves ! " 
 
 Good-bye ! Good-night ! Sweet may your slumbers be, 
 
 Gunga ! and Kaii ! and SarS,swati ! 
 
 March 5, 1886, 
 S.S. Siam. 
 
Ube in&fan Ju&ge. 
 
 A CLOUD was on the Judge's brow 
 The day we walked in Aitwar-Pet ; 
 
 I knew not then, but since I know 
 What held his earnest features set : 
 
 That great cause in the Suddur Court ! 
 
 To-morrow judgment should be given; 
 And, in my old friend's troubled thought 
 
 Conscience with prejudice had striven. 
 
 Nay, nay ! No juster Judge on bench ! 
 
 But Justice in this cause of " Wheatstone's," 
 Was hard to do. I could not wrench 
 
 His sombre eyes from Poona's street- stones. 
 
 Silent we threaded Moti-chouk, 
 
 Paced sUent past the Dharma-slla ; 
 
 At last, half petulant, I spoke ; 
 
 " Here is our Sanskrit School — Pat-shala ! " 
 
THE INDIAN JUDGE. 175 
 
 " See ! listening to tlieir grey Guru 
 The Brahman boys read Hindu cases; 
 
 Justinian and the Code for you, 
 
 Mann for them ! What solemn faces 
 
 " Eange, in dark ring, around the book 
 Wherefrom the old Acharya preaches ! " 
 
 He paused, and, with a wistful look, 
 
 Said : " Might one know what Manu teaches ? 
 
 So drew we nigh the School, and paid 
 Due salutations ; while the Master — 
 
 Proud to be marked by Sahebs — made 
 The strong shlokes roll, fuller and faster : 
 
 " Na visTnayita tapasd 
 
 VadSdishtwa cha Twrnritan 
 Na pariklrttay it datwd 
 
 Nartti' pyapavadid vipran." 
 
 • • ■ • • 
 
 " Namutra hi sahdyariham 
 
 Pita, mata cha tishtatas 
 Na jtmtir na putraddram 
 
 Tishtati dharma Mvalas" 
 
176 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 All down to hasaririnam 
 
 Gravely the Shastri chants' the verses, 
 Eocking his head; while, afber him,. 
 
 The turbaned class each line rehearses. 
 
 " What is the lesson ? " asked my friend, 
 With low salaam, reply was given : 
 
 " Manu's Fourth Chapter — near the end^ — 
 At shloke two hundred thirty-seven." 
 
 Then, turning to the brightest-eyed 
 
 Of those brown pupils round him seated, 
 
 " Gunput," the Shastri said, with pride, 
 " If it shall please- my Lords, can read it." 
 
 We nodded ; and the Brahman lad — 
 
 At such great charge shy, but delighted — 
 
 In what soft English speech he had 
 The Devandgiri recited : 
 
 " Be not too proud of good deeds wrought ! — 
 When thou art come from prayer, speak truly !- 
 
 Even if he wrongeth thee in aught 
 Eespect thy Guru ! Give alms duly ; 
 
THE INDIAN JUDGE. 177 
 
 " But let none wist ! Live, day by day, 
 
 With little and with little swelling 
 Thy tale of duty done — the way 
 
 The wise ant-people build their dwelling ; 
 
 " Not harming any living thing : 
 
 That thou may'st have — at time of dying, — 
 A Hand to hold thee, and to bring 
 
 Thy footsteps safe ; and, so relying, 
 
 " Pass to the farther world. For none 
 
 Save Justice leads there ! Father, mother, 
 
 Will not be nigh ; nor wife, nor son. 
 Nor friends, nor kin ; nor any other 
 
 " Save only Justice ! All alone 
 
 Each entereth here, and each one leaveth 
 
 This life alone ; and every one 
 
 The fruit of all his deeds receiveth 
 
 " Alone — alone ; bad deeds and good ! 
 
 That day when kinsmen, sadly turning, 
 
 Forsake thee, like the clay or wood, 
 
 A thing committed to the burning. 
 
 M 
 
178 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 " But Justice shall not quit tLee then, 
 If thou hast served her ; therefore never 
 
 Cease serving ; that she hold thee, when 
 The darkness falls which falls forever, 
 
 " Which hath no star, nor way to guide. 
 
 But Justice knows the road ; the midnight 
 Is noon to her. Man at her side 
 
 Goes through the gloom safe to the hid light. 
 
 " And he who loved her more than all, 
 Who purged by sorrow his offences, 
 
 Shall shine in realms celestial 
 
 With glory, quit of sins and senses." 
 
 What made my friend so softly lay 
 His hand on Gunput's naked shoulder 
 
 With gentle words of praise, and say, — 
 His eyes grown happier and bolder, — 
 
 " I too have been at school ! Accept 
 
 Thanks, Guru ! for these words imparted " ? 
 
 And when we turned away he kept 
 
 Silence no more, but smiled, light-hearted. 
 
JEANNE. 179 
 
 And, next day, in Lis Indian Court, 
 
 That summing-up he did declaim us — 
 
 Straight in the teeth of what was thought — 
 Which made " His Honour " feared and famous. 
 
 Jeanne. 
 
 (From Victor Hugo.) 
 
 Jeanne, in the dark room, had dry bread for dinner, 
 
 Guilty of something wrong ; and I — the sinner — 
 
 Crept up to see that prisoner in her cell, 
 
 And slipped — on the sly — some comfits to her. Well ! 
 
 Against the laws, I own ! Those, who with me 
 
 Support the order of society, 
 
 Were furious ! Vainly murmured little Jeanne, 
 
 " Indeed, indeed, I never will again 
 
 Eub my nose with my thumb ! I won't make pussy 
 
 Scratch me ! " they only cried, " The naughty hussy ! 
 
 She knows how weak you are, and wanting sense, 
 
 And sees you only laugh at grave offence : 
 
i8o OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Government is not possible ! All day 
 
 Order is troubled, influence slips away, 
 
 No rules, no regulations ! nought can mend her ; 
 
 Tou ruin everything ! " Then I — ^the offender — 
 
 I hang my head, and say, " There's no excuse ! 
 
 I know I err ; I know by such abuse, 
 
 Such wrong indulgence, nations ' go to pot ; ' 
 
 Put me upon dry bread ! " " Why should we not ? 
 
 We will ! you merit it ! " But my small maid 
 
 From her dark corner looking unafraid 
 
 With eyes divine to see, full of a sense 
 
 Of settled justice, in their innocence, 
 
 Whisp^ed, for me to hear, " Well, if they do, 
 
 I shall bring comfits. Grandpapa, to you." 
 
a IRajput IRurse, 
 
 " Whose tomb have they builded, Vittoo ! under this 
 
 tamarind tree, 
 With its door of the rose-veined marble, and white dome 
 
 stately to see, 
 Was he holy Brahman, or Yogi, or Chief of the Kajpufc 
 
 line. 
 Whose urn rests here by the river, in the shade of the 
 
 beautiful shrine ? " 
 
 " May it please you," quoth Vittoo, salaaming, " Protector 
 
 of all the poor ! 
 It was not for holy Brahman they carved that delicate 
 
 door; 
 Nor for Yogi, nor Eajpiifc Eana, built they this gem of 
 
 our land ; 
 But to teU of a Eajput woman, as long as the stones 
 
 should stand. 
 
1 82 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 " Her name was M6ti, the pearl-name ; 'twas far in the 
 
 ancient times ; 
 But her moon-like face and her teeth of pearl are sung 
 
 of stUl in our rhymes ; 
 And because she was young, and comely, and of good 
 
 repute, and had laid 
 A babe in the arms of her husband,* the Palace-Nurse 
 
 she was made : 
 
 "For the sweet chief-queen of the Rana in Joudhporo 
 
 city had died. 
 Leaving a motherless infant, the heir to that race of 
 
 pride ; 
 The heir of the peacock-banner, of the five-coloured flag, 
 
 of the throne 
 Which traces its record of glory from days when it ruled 
 
 alone ; 
 
 " From times when, forth from the sunlight,t the first of 
 
 our kings came down 
 And had the earth for his footstool, and wore the stars 
 
 for his crown, 
 
 * A Hindu father acknowledges paternity by receiving in his arms 
 his new-bom child. 
 + The EajpUt dynasty is said to be descended from the sun. 
 
A RAJPUT NURSE. 183 
 
 As all good Eajpiits have told us ; so M6ti was proud 
 
 and true, 
 With the Prince of the land on her bosom, and her own 
 
 brown baby too. 
 
 "And the Eajput women will have it (I know not myself 
 
 of these things) 
 As the two babes lay on her lap there, her lord's, and 
 
 the Joudhpore King's ; 
 So loyal was the blood of her body, so fast the faith of 
 
 her heart; 
 It passed to her new-born iafant, who took of her trust 
 
 its part. 
 
 " He would not suck of the breast-milk till the Prince 
 
 had drunken his fill ; 
 He would not sleep to the cradle-song tiU the Prince was 
 
 lulled and still ; 
 And he lay at night with his small arms clasped round 
 
 the Eana's child, 
 As if those hands like the rose-leaf could shelter from 
 
 treason wUd. 
 
1 84 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 " For treason was wild in the country, and villainous men 
 
 had sought 
 The life of the heir of the gadi,* to the Palace in secret 
 
 brought ; 
 With bribes to the base, and with knife-thrusts for the 
 
 faithful, they made their way 
 Through the line of the guards, and the gateways, to the 
 
 hall where the women lay. 
 
 " There M6ti, the foster-mother, sate singing the children 
 
 to rest 
 Her baby at play on her crossed knees, and the King's 
 
 son held to her breast ; 
 And the dark slave-maidens round her beat low on the 
 
 cymbal's skin 
 Keeping the time of her sofb song — when — Saheb! — 
 
 there hurried in 
 
 "A breathless watcher, who whispered, with horror in 
 
 eyes and face : 
 ' Oh ! M6ti ! men come to murder my Lord the Prince 
 
 in this place ! 
 
 * The "seat" or throne. 
 
A RAJPUT NURSE. 185 
 
 They have bought the help of the gate-guards, or 
 
 slaughtered them unawares, 
 Hark ! that is the noise of their tulwars,* the clatter 
 
 upon the stairs ! ' 
 
 " For one breath she caught her baby from her lap to her 
 
 heart, and let 
 The King's child sink from her nipple, with lips still 
 
 clinging and wet, 
 Then tore from the Prince his head-cloth, and the putta 
 
 of pearls from his waist, 
 And bound the belt on her infant, and the cap on his 
 
 brows, in haste ; 
 
 "And laid her own dear offspring, her flesh and blood, 
 
 on the floor. 
 With the girdle of pearls around him, and the cap that 
 
 the King's son wore ; 
 While close to her heart, which was breaking, she folded 
 
 the ESja's joy, 
 And — even as the murderers lifted the purdah — she fled 
 
 with his boy. 
 
 * Indian swords. 
 
i85 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 " But tliere (so they deemed) in his jewels, lay the Chota 
 
 Rana,* the Heir; 
 ' The cow with two calves has escaped us,' cried one, ' it 
 
 is right and fair 
 She should save her own butcha ; f no matter ! the edge 
 
 of the dagger ends 
 This spark of Lord Raghoba's sunlight ; stab thrice and 
 
 four times, friends ! ' 
 
 " And the Eajput women will have it (I know not if this 
 
 can be so) 
 That M6ti's son in the putta and golden cap cooed low, 
 When the sharp blades met in his small heart, with never 
 
 one moan or wince, 
 But died with a babe's light laughter, because .he died 
 
 for his Prince. 
 
 "Thereby did that Eajplit mother preserve the line of our 
 
 Kings." 
 " Oh ! Vittoo," I said, " but they gave her much gold and 
 
 beautiful things, 
 
 * "Little King." f "Little one." 
 
A RAJPUT NURSE. 187 
 
 And garments, and land for her people, and a tome in 
 
 the Palace ! May be 
 She had grown to love that Princeling even more than 
 
 the child on her knee." 
 
 " May it please the Presence ! " quoth Vittoo, " it seemeth 
 
 not so ! they gave 
 The gold and the garments and jewels, as much as the 
 
 proudest would have ; 
 But the same night deep in her true heart she buried a 
 
 knife, and smiled. 
 Saying this : ' I have saved my Eana ! I must go to 
 
 suckle my child ! ' " 
 
l^anouba's Song. 
 
 From the Persian : 
 [Heard at a Nautch, in Bhaonagar Palace, Nov. 1885]. 
 
 " FACE of the tulip, and bosom 
 
 Of the jasmine, whose Cypress are you ? 
 Whose fate are you, cold-hearted Blossom ? — 
 
 In the Garden of Grace, where you grew, 
 The lily boasts no more her fragrance, 
 
 And the rose hangs her head at your feet ; 
 Ah ! whose is that mouth like the rose-bud, 
 
 Making honey seem no longer sweet ? 
 
 " You pass, taking hearts ; you ensnare one 
 
 Like wine ; and your eyes dart a light 
 As of arrows. Whose are you, most fair one ! 
 
 With brow like the crescent of night ? 
 Have you come to make me, too, your victim ? 
 
 So be it ! Ah, loveliest hp, 
 Give now to this slave who adores you 
 
 One drop from that death-cup to sip." 
 
XLhc Snafte an& tbe Babs, 
 
 " In sin conceived," you tell us, " condemned for the guilt 
 
 of Mrth," 
 From the moment when, lads and lasses, they come to this 
 
 beautiful Earth ; 
 And the rose-leaf hands, and the limpid eyes, and the 
 
 blossom-mouths, learning to kiss 
 Mean nothing, my good Lord Bishop ! which, any way, 
 
 shakes you in this ? 
 
 Well, I — I believe in babies ! from the dawn of a day in 
 
 spring 
 When, under the neems, in my garden, I saw a notable 
 
 thing. 
 Long ago, in my Indian garden. 'Twas a morning of 
 
 gold and grey, 
 And the Sun — as you never see him — had melted the 
 
 last stars away. 
 
I90 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 My Arab, before the house-door, stood stamping the 
 
 gravel to go, 
 All wild for our early gallop ; and you heard the caw of 
 
 the crow, 
 And the " nine little sisters " a-twitter in the thorn-bush ; 
 
 and, farther away 
 The coppersmith's stroke in the fig-tree, awaking the 
 
 squirrels to play. 
 
 My foot was raised to the stirrup, and the bridle gathered. 
 
 What made 
 Syce Gopal stare straight before him, with visage fixed 
 
 and dismayed ? 
 What made him whisper in terror ? "0 Shiva, the snake ! 
 
 the snake ! " 
 I looked where Gopal was gazing, and felt my own heart 
 
 quake ! 
 
 For there — in a patch of sunlight — where the path to the 
 
 well went down, 
 The year-old baby of Gopal, sate naked, and soft, and 
 
 brown, 
 His small right hand encircling a lota of brass, his left 
 Close-cuddling a great black cobra, slow-creeping forth 
 
 from a cleft ! 
 
THE SNAKE AND THE BABY. 191 
 
 We held our breaths ! The serpent drew clear its 
 
 lingering tail 
 As we gazed; you could see its dark folds and silvery 
 
 belly trail 
 Tinkling the baby's bangles, and climbing his thigh and 
 
 his breast, 
 As it glided beneath the fingers on those cold scales 
 
 fearlessly pressed. 
 
 He was crowing — that dauntless baby ! — while the lank 
 
 black Terror squeezed, 
 Its muzzle and throat 'twixt the small flank and arm of 
 
 the boy ! Well pleased, 
 He was hard at play with his serpent, pretending to guard 
 
 the milk, 
 And stroking that grewsome comrade with palms of nut 
 
 brown silk ! 
 
 Alone, untended, and helpless, he was cooing low to the 
 
 snake ; 
 Which coiled and clung about him, even more (as it 
 
 seemed) for the sake 
 
192 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Of tli5 toucli of Hs velvety body, and the love of his 
 
 laugHng eyes, 
 And the flowery clasp of Hs fingers, than to make the 
 
 milk a prize. 
 
 For, up to the boy's face mounting, we saw the cobra dip 
 His wicked head in the lota, and drink with him, sip for 
 
 sip; 
 Whereat, with a chuckle, that baby pushed off the 
 
 serpent's head. 
 And — look ! — the red jaws opened, and the terrible hood 
 
 was spread ! 
 
 And Gopal muttered beside me " Saheb, man ! man ! " * 
 
 to see 
 The forked tongue glance at the infant's neck, and the 
 
 spectacled devilry 
 Of the flat crest dancing and darting all round that 
 
 innocent brow ; 
 Yet it struck not ; but, quietly closing its jaws and its 
 
 hood, laid now 
 
 * "Strike, sir! strike!" 
 
THE SNAKE AND THE BABY. 193 
 
 The horrible mottled murder of its mouth in the tender 
 
 chink 
 Of the baby's plump crossed thighlets ; while peacefully 
 
 he did drink 
 What breakfast-milk he wanted, then held the lota down 
 For the snake to finish at leisure, plunged deep in it, 
 
 fang and crown. 
 
 Three times, before they parted, my Syce would have 
 
 sprung to the place, 
 In fury to smite the serpent ; but I held him fast, for 
 
 one pace 
 Had been death to the boy ! I knew it ! and I whispered, 
 
 " Gopal, wait ! 
 " Chooprao ! * he is wiser than we are ; he has never yet 
 
 learned to hate ! " 
 
 Then coU by coil, the cobra unwound its glistering bands, 
 Sliding — all harmless and friendly — from under the baby's 
 
 hands ; 
 Who crowed, as his comrade left him, in year-old 
 
 language to say 
 
 " Good-bye ! for this morning, Serpent ! come very soon 
 
 back to play ! " 
 
 * Be quiet ! " 
 
194 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 So, I thought, as I mounted " Wurdah," and galloped the 
 
 Maidan thrice, 
 " Millennium's due to-morrow, by ' baby and cockatrice ' ! " 
 And I never can now believe it, my Lord 1 that we come 
 
 to this Earth 
 Ready-damned, with the seeds of evil sown quite so 
 
 thick at our birth ! 
 
 3From a Sfftb Ib^mn. 
 
 " The beautiful blue of the Sky is the Guru of Man ; 
 
 And his Father the Water white ; 
 And his Mother the broad-browed Earth, with her 
 bountiful span ; 
 And the sweet-bosomed Night 
 Is the black Nurse who lulls him to sleep, with the stars 
 in her ears ; 
 And the strong striding-Day 
 Is the Hamal, with glittering turban and putta, who 
 bears 
 The children to play." 
 
a jfarewell. 
 
 {From the French.) 
 
 To four-score years my years have come ; 
 At such an age to shuffle home 
 
 Full time it seems to be 
 So now, without regret, I go, 
 Gaily my packing-up I do ; 
 
 Bonsoir, la Oompagnie ! 
 
 When no more in this world I dwell 
 Where I shall live I can't quite tell ; 
 
 Dear God ! be that with Thee ! 
 Thou wUt ordain nothing save right, 
 Why should I feel then grief or fright ? 
 
 Bonsoir, la Oompagnie ! 
 
 Of pleasant days I had my share ; 
 For love and fame no more I care ; 
 
 Good sooth, they weary me ! 
 A gentleman, when fit for nought. 
 Takes leave politely, as he ought : 
 
 Bonsoir, la Oompagnie ! 
 
a Xove»Song ot Ibenrf (SHuatre. 
 
 Come, rosy Day ! 
 
 Come quick — I pray — 
 I am so glad when I thee see ! 
 
 Because my Fair, 
 
 Who is so dear. 
 Is rosy-red and white like thee. 
 
 She Hves, I think 
 
 On heavenly drink 
 Dawn-dew, which Hehe pours for her ; 
 
 Else — when I sip 
 
 At her soft lip 
 How smells it of ambrosia ? 
 
 She is so fair 
 
 None can compare ; 
 And, oh, her slender waist divine ! 
 
 Her sparkling eyes 
 
 Set in the skies 
 The morning star would far outshine ! 
 
A LOVE-SONG OF HENRI QUATRE. 197 
 
 Only to hear 
 
 Her voice so clear 
 The village gathers in the street ; 
 
 And Tityrus, 
 
 Grown one of us, 
 Leaves piping on his flute so sweet. 
 
 The Graces three, 
 
 Where'er she be. 
 Gall all the Loves to flutter nigh ;, 
 
 And what she'll say, — 
 
 Speak whed she may, — 
 Is full of sense and majesty ! 
 
jfrom tbe Sans?5r!t Hntbologg. 
 
 Ah, God ! I have not had Thee day and night 
 In thought, nor magnified Thy name aright, 
 Nor lauded Thee, nor glorified, nor laid 
 Upon thine altars one poor ku^a-blade ! 
 Yet now, when I seek refuge, Lord ! with Thee 
 I ask, and Thou wilt give all good to me ! 
 
 I am of sinfulness and sorrows full ! 
 Thou art the Mighty, Great, and Merciful ! 
 How should we not be friends, or Thou not save 
 Me who bring nought to Thee Who aU things gave ? 
 
Bastt Sfngb's Mife. 
 
 {A Bihari Mill Song.) 
 
 I. 
 
 Basti Singh's wife, shredding betel — betel-leaf, and cloves, 
 and spices — 
 Mixed a savoury mess, and made it rich and fragrant ; 
 — HuRiJi ! 
 Husking paddy, husking sathi,* boiled and strained the 
 steaming rices. 
 Poured the dall and conjee on it : so, 'tis ready ! — 
 HuEiJi ! 
 
 2. 
 
 " Mother-in-law ! beside me sitting, is it fitting f if I 
 caiTy 
 To my husband's elder brother food to eat now ? " — 
 HuRiJi! 
 
 * " Sixty-day rice." 
 
 t A Hindoo wife may converse unveiled and freely with the 
 younger brothers of her husband, but not with the elder brothers. 
 
200 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 " Daughter-in-law ! fold close thy sari over face and 
 neck, nor tarry ; 
 
 Bare thy hands alone in serving Basti's brother." — 
 HuEiJi ! 
 
 3- 
 Sitting down to eat, he marked her, Basti's brother 
 marked her beauty. 
 Evil eyes from feet to forehead wandering, pondering, 
 — HcEiJi ! 
 " Elder brother of my husband ! I have surely failed of 
 duty; 
 Too much salt unto the conjee have I added?" — 
 HuEiJi ! 
 
 4- 
 " Too much salt thou hast not added, fair wife of my 
 younger brother ! 
 Nor in aught hast failed of duty, thou with dove's 
 eyes ! " — HuRiJi ! 
 
 At the dawn they beat the big drums — " Ho ! let all the 
 people gather. 
 Small and great, to see the hunting of the sleek 
 deer " — Hukiji ! 
 
BASl'I SINGH'S WIFE. 201 
 
 5- 
 Deer they killed, and hares, and peacocks, shooting hard 
 with arrows sharpened, 
 Basti's brother pierced his brother with an arrow ; — 
 HuBiJi ! 
 
 "Mother-in-law, beside me seated, what calamity hath 
 happened ? " 
 
 See ! the spangle * on my forehead to the earth falls ! " 
 — Hdriji ! 
 
 6. 
 
 " Daughter-in-law ! say no such evil ! speak no word of 
 ill-betiding ! 
 Basti Singh has gone a-hunting ; have thou patience ! " 
 — Hdriji ! 
 
 Hark ! the tramping, and the champing ! all the riders 
 homewards riding ! 
 Only Basti's horse returning riderless, ah ! — HuEiJi ! 
 
 7- 
 Look ! the bright swords in each scabbard ! Look ! the 
 arrows in each quiver ! 
 
 * The tikuli, a spot of red, white, or yellow paint placed on the 
 forehead. It is a very bad omen to have it come off. 
 
202 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Only Basti's sword and quiver soaked with black 
 blood ! — HuEiJi ! 
 
 • ■ * • • ■ 
 
 At the first watch, comes in darkness to her hut-door 
 by the river 
 Basti's elder brother knocking, softly knocking: — 
 HuBiJi ! 
 
 8. 
 
 " If you be a jackal prowling, if you be a dog at pillage. 
 If you be the village people, get you hence now ! " — 
 HuRiJi ! 
 "Nay, no dog or jackal am I; nor the people of the 
 village ; 
 I am Basti Singh the Eajpoot ; fair wife open ! " — 
 HuKiJi ! 
 
 9- 
 " Liar ! that is not my Lord's voice ! Thou hast slaic 
 him ! Quick ! confess it ! 
 Where, thou liar? how, thou liar? by what tree, 
 now ? " — HuEiJi ! 
 " Yes ! I slew him in the jungle — ^for thy sweet love, I 
 profess it ! 
 Underneath a twisted sandal lies his body ! " — HuKHi ! 
 
BASTI SINGH'S WIFE. 203 
 
 10. 
 
 "Show me!" "Nay!" he said, "but only, Basti's 
 widow ! if thou swearest 
 Thou wilt keep his bed-place for me at thy soft side " 
 — HuRiJi ! 
 " Oh, my husband's elder brother ! if his death-place 
 thou declarest, 
 This I swear, none else shall have it — show me ! 
 show me ! " — HuRiJi ! 
 
 II. 
 
 All beneath the eyes of midnight, under peepul trees 
 which listen, 
 Over plain, and down the nullah, through the river, — 
 HuEiji ! 
 On the road with horse-hoofs dinted, by the paths where 
 blood-drops glisten, 
 To the twisted tree he led her: "Look! thy Hus- 
 band ! " — HuKiJl ! 
 
 12. 
 
 " Oh, my Husband's elder brother ! oh, thou Slayer ! oh, 
 thou Liar ! 
 
204 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Petcli me flame, the while I build the pile for 
 burning : " — HuEiji ! 
 " Swearj once more, none else shall have you, if I go to 
 fetch you fire." 
 " Yea ! I swear ! " said Basti's widow, building, building 
 — HuEiji ! 
 
 13- 
 
 Hasten ! hasten ! Basti's brother ! She hath laid him, 
 bold and lonely, 
 On the dry wood ! She hath mounted ! From her 
 breast-cloth, — ^HuKUi ! 
 She hath drawn hid fire and set it. Haste not ! there 
 are ashes only 
 Left of Basti Singh the Eajpoot, and his true wife — 
 HuKiji! 
 
 But all the tears of all the eyes 
 
 Find room in Chmga's bed : 
 And all the sorrow is gone to-morrow 
 
 When the scarlet flames have fed. 
 
3En /lDemoti5 of S. S., 
 
 MiAi:. 21. 
 
 ( Who was accidentally drowned in Loch Maree, Scotland, on the 
 2 gth of August, 1887.) 
 
 Too dear to die ! too sweet to live, and bear 
 
 The griefs which burden all our being here ! 
 
 Too precious to give up, could Love but stay 
 
 The stroke of Pate, and parting, pangs delay ! 
 
 Yet take her — since 'tis willed — Angels of Heav'n ! 
 
 Your Sister- Angel ; her so briefly given 
 
 To grace and gladden Earth. Ah, wild Scotch Lake ! 
 
 We will not curse thee, for her gentle sake ; 
 
 Ah ! cruel Water-Nymphs ! who drew her in, 
 
 We half forgive, she was so fair to win ! 
 
 Ah, Rocks and Rowan-trees, who saw her die, 
 
 And could not save her ! we shall, by and by. 
 
 Know the hard secret of a woe like this. 
 
 And see — clear-eypd — how Sorrow brings to Bliss. 
 
 To-day there comes no comfort ! None ! We wave 
 
 Weak hands towards that gloom beyond the grave ; 
 
2o6 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 We speed vain messages of tender thought 
 To that new-vanished Spirit ; who saith nanght ! 
 Still, she must know ! must hear ! must yearn to say 
 All's well with her ; that Love and Death, alway, 
 Are friends ; and last pains light, and swift to heal ; 
 And the Loch's winding-sheet not cold to feel ! 
 She speaks ! with higher life made glad and full ; 
 Our ears for Angels' whispers are too dull ! 
 Have, then, thy early peace, Sophie ! and we — 
 By this trust lightened — Love's blind agony. 
 
 JEpftapb wrttten for tbe Same. 
 
 Dear Maid ! the waters, closing o'er thy head, 
 Snatched thee from Earth, but opened Heaven, instead. 
 Sadly we give thee back to God That gave, 
 In this faith firm — that He, who walked the wave. 
 Held thy Soul up, when thy sweet Body sank ; 
 And led thee, loving, to the Blissful Bank. 
 Pray for us, new-made Angel ! — now, that we 
 Sink not beneath the waves of Sorrow's Sea. 
 
FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 (Brisbma; or, Zbc Season of Ibeat. 
 
 IFrom the Eitu Sanhdra of KdUddsa.] 
 
 With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, 
 Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie ; 
 
 With sunsets splendid, when the strong Day, ended, 
 Melts into languor, like a lover's sigh — 
 So Cometh Summer nigh. 
 
 And shadows black as night, laced with gold light 
 
 Where beams, flame-bright, pierce courts of calm retreat; 
 
 Wan rills which warble over glistening marble ; 
 Cold jewels, and red sandal, moist and sweet. 
 These for the time are meet 
 
 Of SucM springing ; of the glad days bringing 
 Love-songs for singing which all hearts enthral ; 
 
 Wine-foam that hovers at the Hps of lovers. 
 
 Perfumes and pleasures in the Palace-Hall : 
 
 In SticM these befall. 
 
 o 
 
2IO FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Tor then, their hips loose-cinctured, bosoms tinctured 
 With dust of neem-spray, and with pearl-strings gay ; 
 
 Their new-laved hair unbound, and spreading round 
 Faint scents, the Palace-maids iu tender play 
 The ardent hearts aUay 
 
 Of princely playmates. Through the painted gates 
 Their feet, with lac-dye neat, and anklets ringing. 
 
 In music trip along, echoing the song 
 
 Of wild swans — all men's souls by subtle singing 
 To Kama's service bringing : 
 
 For who, their softly-heaving breasts perceiving. 
 
 Their white pearls — weaving with the emerald stars 
 
 Girdles and anadems — their gold and gems 
 
 Linked upon waist and thigh, in Love's soft snares 
 Is not caught unawares ? 
 
 Their silk cloths laid aside, cholis thrown wide 
 In the warm night-tide — they their beauty cover 
 
 With woven veil too airy to conceal 
 
 Its dew-pearled smoothness : so, with youth clad over , 
 Each finds her eager lover. 
 
GRISHMA : OR, THE SEASON OF HEAT. 211 
 
 And breathings tender from the fans of chanda, 
 
 Odours that wander from those gem-bonnd breasts, 
 
 Voices of stream and bird, and low notes heard 
 
 From sitar-strings amid the song's unrests, 
 
 Wake passion ; with light jests 
 
 And side-long glances, and slow-moving dances 
 Bach maid enhances newly-stirred delight; 
 
 Quick leaps the fire of love's divine desire 
 So kindled in the season when the Night 
 With whitest stars is dight ; 
 
 Till, on the silvered terraces, the faces 
 
 Love's slumber graces, lip to fond lip lie ; 
 
 And — all for sorrow there must come To-morrow — 
 The moon, who watches them, pales in the sky, 
 While the still Night doth die. 
 
 Then breaks red dawn ! The whirling dust is driven 
 O'er earth and heaven, until the sun-scorched plain 
 
 A road scarce shows, for dazzling heat to those 
 Who, far from home and friends, journey in pain 
 Longing to rest again. 
 
212 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 In troops returning, with, muzzles dry and burning 
 For cool streams yearning, herds of antelope 
 
 Haste where the brassy sky, banked black and high. 
 Gives clouded promise. There will be — they hope, 
 "Water beyond the Tope ! 
 
 In full glare failing, his hooded terrors veiling. 
 His slow coils trailing o'er the fiery dust. 
 
 The cobra glides to nighest shade, and hides 
 His head beneath the peacock's train : he must 
 His direst foeman trust ! 
 
 Pea-fowls forlorn, o'ermastered and o'erborne 
 
 By blaze of morn cower down with weary cries. 
 
 No stroke they make to slay the gliding snake 
 Who creeps for shelter underneath the eyes 
 Of their spread jewelleries ! 
 
 The tiger scowling — that kingly tyrant, prowling. 
 For sore thirst howling, orbs a-stare and red. 
 
 Sees without fear the elephants pass near, 
 
 Lolls his lank tongue and hangs his bloody head, 
 His mighty forces fled. 
 
GRISHMA ; OR, THE SEASON OF HEAT. 213 
 
 Nor heed tte elephants the tiger, plucking 
 
 Dry leaves, and sucking with their hot trunks dew. 
 
 By heat tormented still they trumpet shrill, 
 And, nowhere finding water, still renew 
 Their search — a woeful crew .' 
 
 With restless snout rooting their rank food but, 
 Where, all about the slime, thick grasses grow, 
 
 The grey boars, grunting in dire ill-contenting. 
 Dig lairs to shield them from the torturing glow, 
 Deep — deep as they can go. 
 
 The frog, for misery of his pool, drawn dry 
 
 'Neath that flame-darting sky, and waters drained 
 
 Down to their clay — crawls croaking forth to stay 
 
 Against the black-snake's coils, where there is gained 
 A little shade ; and, strained 
 
 To patience by the rays which flicker and blaze 
 From the scorched jewel on his venomous head. 
 
 That worm whose tongue — as the blast bums along — 
 Licks it for coolness, all discomfited 
 Strikes not his new friend dead ! 
 
214 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 The pool, once showing 'mid the green leaves growing, 
 Blue Lotus blowing, hath no blossoms more ! 
 
 Its fish are dead ; its fearful cranes are tied ; 
 And crowding cattle all its flowery shore 
 Tramp to a miry floor. 
 
 With foam-strings roping down his jowl, and dropping 
 From drawn, dried lips ; horns laid aback, and eyes 
 
 Mad with the drouth, and thirst-distracted mouth, 
 Fierce-thundering from the mountain cavern flies 
 The bison, in wild wise, 
 
 Questing some water-channel. Bare and scrannel 
 The palms droop where the crows sit ia a row 
 
 With beaks agape. The grey baboon and ape 
 Climb chattering to the bush. The bufialo 
 Bellows. The locusts go 
 
 Choking the wells. Far over hills and dells 
 Eoams the afirighted eye, beholding blasted 
 
 The pleasant grass, the forests' leafy mass 
 
 Withered, its glory waned, its grace exhausted, 
 Its creatures wasted. 
 
GRISHMA ; OR, THE SEASON OF HEAT. 215 
 
 Then springs to view, blood-red and fierce of hue, 
 As blooms sprung new on the kusumbha-tree, 
 
 The wood-fire's tongue, fanned by the winds, and flung 
 Furiously forth — thorns, canes and brakes you see 
 Wrapped in one agony. 
 
 By ruin riven ! The conflagration driven 
 In crimson levin, roars from jungle dells. 
 
 Hisses and blusters through the bamboo clusters, 
 Crackles across the curling reeds, compels 
 All that in woodland dwells 
 
 Headlong to fly ! Dreadful those flames to espy 
 Coil from the cotton-tree, snakes of hot gold. 
 
 Violently break from root and trunk to take 
 The seething leaves and boughs in deadly hold ; 
 Then passing, to enfold 
 
 New plunder : beasts and birds, a sight of wonder, 
 Through the smoke thunder — all their enmity 
 
 Lain quite aside ; seeking the river wide 
 Which flows by sandy flats ; in pompany 
 As friends, they madly flee ! 
 
2i6 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 But thee, my Best-Belovgd ! may Siichi visit fair 
 With songs of secret waters cooling the quiet air ; 
 Under blue beds of lotus-buds, and p^talas which shed 
 Beauty and balm, while Moon-time weaves over thy 
 
 happy head 
 Its silvery veil. So nights and days of Summer glide 
 
 for thee 
 Amid the Pleasure-palaces, with love and melody ! 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 217 
 
 H (Siueen's IRevenge. 
 
 From the Virata Parva of the Mahdbhdrafa. 
 
 [This indubitably genuine portion of the great Hindoo Epic 
 possesses special interest by reason of its spirited narrative, and 
 ilso of the light which it casts upon ancient Indian life and 
 manners. The five Pandu Princes, with their Queen- Consort, 
 Draupadi, have quitted the Forest, in which they had passed 
 twelve years of exile, to dwell in disguise at the court of King 
 Virita of the Matsyas. The subjoined version follows closely 
 the Sanskrit text, but omits several detached passages and lines, 
 Eor the sake of condensation.] 
 
 Spake Janmejaya : " I am fain to hear 
 How fared my lordly forefathers disguised 
 In King Virata's city. Did they 'scape 
 Duryddhana, and undiscovered dwell? 
 Also, thou Brahmana ! Queen Draupadi — 
 Stricken with so much ill, so true to vows, 
 Dear to all Gods, delightful, — prospered she ? " 
 
 Quoth Vai^ampayana : " Hear, Chief of Men ! 
 How thy proud forefathers sojourned unmarked, 
 In King Virata's town. That son of Heaven, 
 Prince Tudhisthira, of the righteotls soul, 
 
21 8 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Summoned Ms brothers, and spake thus to them : 
 " Twelve rain-times have we spent banished from home, 
 The thirteenth — hard to pass, is come ! Choose now 
 Some place for us — Arjuna, Kunti's son! — 
 Where we may dwell, unknown by enemies." 
 
 Arjuna answered : " Dharma's help will keep 
 
 Our ways concealed, thou King of men ! But I 
 
 Will tell thee of fair spots, pleasant and good, 
 
 Take which thou may'st. Round our forbidden realm 
 
 Stretch Chedi, and PanchMa ; Matsya, 
 
 Pattachahara, Du^ama, Surasen, 
 
 Naorashtra, Salva, Malla, Avanti, 
 
 Yugandhara, Surashtra, and the plains 
 
 Of Kuntirashtra. Which, then, choosest thou 
 
 Prince of all Princes ! for this troublous year ? " 
 
 And Yudhisthira said : " Oh, mighty-armed ! 
 Thou speakest sooth ; it will be as He wills 
 The Lord of Justice. Let us seek forthwith 
 One of those lands, quiet, auspicious, fair, 
 And trustful sojourn there. Matsya's Chief, 
 The old Virata hath a virtuous name ; 
 Kindly and strong he is ; dear to all men ; 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 219 
 
 And loveth. farfchermore our Pandavas. 
 Let us o'ertide this year in Matsya 
 With King Virata. Say then, Kuru Lords ! 
 In what guise think ye to present yourselves 
 For service at the Court ? " 
 
 Answered Arjun : 
 " Speak first, thou First of men ! To what low task 
 Can'st thou how down ? Lofty, and true, and mild. 
 How wilt thou face the griefs which threaten thee ? 
 How bear such burden of indignities ? " 
 
 But Tudhisthira gave reply : " Hear now, 
 What I will do at King Virata's Court, 
 Eight lordly brothers ! giving forth myself 
 A Brahman, known as Kanka, skilled in dice, 
 Cunning to play at games, I shall become 
 The King's attendant : I shall deftly move 
 Men cut in tusk of elephant, and stained 
 Blue, yellow, white and red, on chequered cloths, 
 By cast of double black and scarlet dice. 
 Beguiling royal hours. Nor so employed, 
 Will the King know me. But if he should ask 
 ' Whence and what art thou ? ' I shall answer thus. 
 
320 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 ' I was Prince Yudhisthira's closest friend.' 
 
 So in Virdta.j purpose I to live ; 
 
 And thou, my Bhima ! in wliat office thou ? " 
 
 Quoth Bhima : " As a Cook will I appear 
 At King Virata's Court. My name shall be 
 Vallava : I am skilled in kitchen craft ; 
 I will dress dishes, Prince ! as none before • 
 Have dieted this Lord. Great loads of wood 
 My brawny back shall carry, him to serve ; 
 And, seeing my tireless strength the palace-folk 
 Will entertain me friendly, and my hand 
 Will be set over all the meats and drinks. 
 Also, if it be ordered that I fight 
 Fierce bulls and fiery elephants, these arms 
 Shall vanquish them ; and if they match with me 
 Wrestlers and boxers I shall meet them all 
 And lay them low, to make Virita sport ; 
 Yet so as not to slay — if that may be. 
 Farther, if any ask, ' Whence comest thou ? ' 
 Or ' Who art thou ? ' I shall this answer give : 
 ' Of late I was the wrestler and the cook 
 To Tudhisthira.' Thus I purpose, Prince ! " 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 221 
 
 Then YudhistMra said : "And, what shall be 
 The office of our Kuru Lord, our pride ; 
 The long-armed, fearless, firm, unconquerable, 
 Kunti's dear son, whom once Agni himself 
 Encountered, when he came, as Brahmana, 
 To burn Khandava wood ? What humble chare 
 Will Arjun take, foremost of warriors ? 
 How stands thy mind herein, great Brother ! say, 
 Himavat of all Hills ! Ocean 'mid lakes ! 
 Sakra of Gods ! of Va^us flaming Fire ! 
 In the woods Tiger ! in the skies Garud ! " 
 
 Eeplied Arjun : " Excellent Prince, my mind 
 Is to declare myself a Shandaka, 
 An Eunuch. True, I know it will be hard 
 To hide the string-marks here ; but I shall wear 
 Bangles upon my arms ; rings in my ears ; 
 Shell-circlets on my wrists, and twine my locks 
 Into a hanging braid. Thus shall I seem 
 A sexless thing ; by name Vrihannal^ ; 
 And living so, as Shanda, I shall charm 
 The King and palace-inmates with my arts. 
 Teaching his women how to sing, and dance 
 Delicate measures; and delightful airs 
 
FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 To play them on the various instruments. 
 
 Also the ways of courts I shall recount, 
 
 And lover's tricks, making much pleasantry, 
 
 Myself, meanwhile, dissembling under these. 
 
 And, Bh^rata ! if the King think to ask 
 
 I'U say : ' I lived Draupadi's drum-heater 
 
 In Tudhisthira's house.' So, keeping close 
 
 As fire is hid by ashes, I shall pass 
 
 Good days, dear Prince ! at King Virata's Court.'' 
 
 Then Yudhisthira asked : " My Nakula ! — 
 Handsome, and gifted with all grace, and born 
 For lofty life and ease, — what menial toil 
 Will thou sustain in the King's vassalry ? " 
 
 Nakula made answer : " Brother ! I will be 
 
 Virfi,ta's horse-keeper, named Granthika, 
 
 I know that work : I have an art to train 
 
 The untaught colts, breaking and backing them. 
 
 For horses unto me, as unto thee, 
 
 Were ever dear, Excellent Chief! And when 
 
 Men question in Virata's land, I'll say : 
 
 ' I kept the horses of Prince Tudhisthir ! ' 
 
 Thus shall I dwell at peace, friendly with all, 
 
 And none will know that I am Nakula ! " 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 223 
 
 Next Yudhisthira said : " Thou, Sahadev ! 
 How wilt thou bear thyself before the King ? 
 In what way wilt thou pass these days, disguised ? " 
 
 Sahadev made reply : " I will become 
 A herdsman of his cattle, skilled to milk, 
 And fold, and tell the kine. This task I'll take 
 As Tantripal the Cowherd. Banish doubt. 
 Prince ! from thy mind. Ever, in days gone by 
 I fared with oxen, and I know them well, 
 Their ways and natures, all their lucky marks. 
 And which is good or bad, and how to choose 
 Bulls of right shape and colour, bulls of blood 
 Whose very sniff makes barren heifers breed. 
 Brother ! that work I know, and I shall live 
 Unrecognised, and favoured by the King.'' 
 
 Anew spake Tudhisthira : " Still remains 
 This our dear Queen, dearer than realm or life ; 
 So to be cherished as a mother is, 
 Or elder-sister. Yet what knoweth she 
 Of any woman's labour ; what safe place 
 Can Draupadi — can gentle KrishnS, find ? 
 Tender and youthful, and a high Princess, 
 
224 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Softly her years have flowed hereto, as soft 
 
 As she is pure and faithful. Now, alas ! 
 
 How wUt thou dwell, dear Draupadi ! whose life 
 
 Was glad with garlands, fragrant with fine airs. 
 
 Dainty with gems and flowers, and golden cloths ? " 
 
 Draupadi answered : " Nay ! there go in towns 
 The women called Sairindhris, waiting-girls, 
 Who enter household service — elsewhere shunned. 
 I will give forth I am Sairindhri, Prince ! 
 Skilled to dress hair; and I shall say I dwelled 
 Draupadi's waiting woman in past days 
 At Yudhisthira's Palace. Thus concealed 
 Safe shall I serve the well-reputed Queen 
 Sudeshna. She will favour me, be sure ! 
 Have ye no care for me ! " 
 
 And the Prince said, 
 " Well hast thou spoken. Yet herein, dear Queen, 
 Bethink thee, always, of thy line and house ! 
 Guarded and vowed, hereto, thou knowest not wrong, 
 Therefore, so bear thyself that evil eyes 
 May take no profit, if they turn on thee." 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 225 
 
 And Vaisaiiip3,yana went on : — These Five 
 Buckling their swords, and binding round their arms 
 String-guards of lizard- skia, with quivers charged, 
 Put forth, setting their faces for the shores 
 Of the Kalindi stream. Heretofore lodged 
 In trackless brakes, on pathless mountain-peaks. 
 Now was their forest sojourn finished ; now 
 The hope drew nigh to win their lands again. 
 So to the southern bank they came, each chief 
 Lusty with woodland-life and hunter's fare ; 
 So passed they Yakilloma, Sura^en ; 
 And left behind Panchala to the right, 
 Bahama to the left ; and quitting then 
 The jungle country, entered Matsya, 
 Sworded and bearded, wayworn, wearing guise 
 Of stalwart woodmen. 
 
 Eeaching trodden ground 
 Draupadi spake : " Look ! there be footpaths here. 
 And fields fenced in : yet distant seems the town 
 Of King Virdta. Halt we now till dawn ; 
 Great is my weariness ! " 
 
 Quoth Yudhisthir : 
 " Arjuna ! Best of Bowmen ! take her up ! 
 
226 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Carry sweet Kristn^! Where tlie thickets cease 
 We see Virata's city." 
 
 Then Arjun, 
 With thews as of bull elephant, took up 
 Sweet Draupadi ; and hore her 'till they saw 
 The far town-walls. Hereupon Kunti's son 
 Spake, saying : " In what place shall we conceal 
 Our weapons ere we enter ? Bearing them 
 Our mien must fright the townsmen : nay, no doubt, 
 Gandiva, this prodigious bow, is known ; 
 But if we be discovered — even one — 
 Then stand we pledged to tarry twelve years more 
 Within the forest ! " 
 
 And Arjuna said : 
 " Hard by yon burning-ground, below that crag 
 Eising so steep to climb — a S^mi-tree 
 Spreads its wide branches. None will note, meseems, 
 If we should hide our arms on't. See ! it grows 
 Close to the death-yard, in a dreary waste 
 Haunted by wolves and snakes. Let us conceal 
 Our weapons so; and afterwards pass free 
 Into the city." 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 227 
 
 This agreed, Arjun — 
 Thither repairing with the princely band — 
 Slipped from its notch Gandiva's string — ^that string 
 Which, drawn in war, sang with a thunderous song, 
 Destroying hosts, subduing with swift shafts 
 Nagas, and Gods, and men and provinces ; 
 And Yudhisthira slacked th' unfailing cord 
 Of that dread bow which routed hostile ranks 
 At Kurukshetra. Bhima next unstrung 
 The weapon that PanchS,la's throne o'erthrew — 
 Which,, singly fighting, broke a host of foes, 
 Eesounding like the roaring of a storm 
 When mountains cleave — awful to enemies. 
 Uncorded too his bow fair Nakula, 
 The comely light-hued Lord named for his grace, 
 Soft spoken, mild, yet fearful in the field, 
 Nakula those notched horns loosed, which theretofore 
 Conquered the west. And the twin Sahadev 
 Freed his, which won the countries of the South. 
 Then, with their bows, laid they aside their swords : 
 Long, glittering; and their arrows sharp as knives. 
 And jewelled quivers. Nakula, climbing up, 
 Bestowed all these in strong and hollow forks 
 Safe from the rain. Also the heroes hung 
 
228 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 A body in the bonglis ; " for so," said they, 
 
 " The people, smelling winds of death, and seeing 
 
 The corpse, will cry : ' Avoid yon Sami-tree ! ' " 
 
 But certain cattle-herders — -passing— ^asked 
 " Why hang ye thus a corpse upon the tree ? " 
 Answered the Pandavas : " Our mother 'tis : 
 Nine score years old at death ! We hang her there 
 Because it is the custom of our race ! " 
 
 So did those Five draw nigh the City-Gates ! 
 
 But Yudhisthira — ere' he reached the walls 
 Entering that pleasant city — silently 
 Lifted his heart to call on Durga's help. 
 Queen Durga of three worlds, Giver of good, 
 Enhancer of the household, Kansa's dread, 
 Destroyer of the Demons, in bright wreaths 
 Ever arrayed, ever in rich robes dressed; 
 The Goddess with the buckler and the blade. 
 Who ransoms those that love her, though they be 
 Sunk in their sins, as is a cow in mire — 
 Protectress strong, and succourer of men, 
 Delivering them from evil. So, that Prince 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 229 
 
 For Mm, and for his Five invoking her, 
 
 Thus named her holy names in whispered hymn : 
 
 " Glory to Thee ! Durga of beauteous brow ! 
 
 The Many-faced and Many-handed ! Thou 
 
 That hast the dark limbs and deep bosoms ! Now 
 
 Listen to us, and aid ! 
 Goddess ! whose anklets shine with lightnings thrown 
 From burniag blue of dazzling sapphire-stone, 
 And dancing green of emerald. Devi known 
 
 As Everlasting Maid ! 
 
 " Thou, who dost bear the cup and lily flower. 
 The beU, the noose, the bow, the disc of power, 
 Thy never-failing weapons. In this hour 
 
 Be present. Virgin Queen ! 
 Thou with the shell-shaped ears — open to prayer — 
 Where swing the glittering rings ! Thou who dost wear 
 The diadem of glory, and long hair 
 
 Bound in a braid of sheen ! 
 
 " Moon-eyed ! with the garment rimmed by snakes 
 "Whose skin enamelled dappled brilliance makes — 
 
230 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 golden-girdled Lady ! for our sabes, 
 Durga ! send benison ! 
 Thou with the serpents green and gold, which bind 
 Thy broad hips in, as flickering forests wind 
 Bound Mandara.! be of propitious mind, 
 Great Lion-riding One ! 
 
 " Give grace ! Be favourable ! Succour now, 
 
 For Thou art Jaya, and Vijaya Thou ! 
 
 And Victory sits on Thy plume-circled brow 
 
 Vindhya's dread denizen ! 
 Kali ! strong Kali ! fed with meat and wine. 
 And fat smoke of the sacrifice divine, 
 Whom all Gods follow, when the will is thiae 
 
 To scatter gifts to men : 
 
 " To thee men cry whom robber-bands assail ; 
 Who cross swift streams, or drive before the gale ; 
 Who toil in jungles ; or in deserts fail ; 
 
 Thou art their Name of Might ! 
 And Thee rememb'iing none is all undone ; 
 Thou dost regard and rescue every one, 
 High Mahadevi! Thou art Moon and Sun, 
 
 Comfort, and Peace, and Light ! 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 231 
 
 " Tlius I, a Prince without his kingdom, bow, 
 Claiming thy aid and favour. Goddess ! now ; 
 Laying — oh, Lotus-eyed — a humbled brow 
 Before Thee — in the dust : 
 As Thou art Durga — to Thy votaries kind, 
 Be true to those that keep a faithful mind : 
 Let us to-day Thy grace and favour find 
 
 Who in Thee put our trust ! " 
 
 Praised so by Pandu's son, Durga appeared 
 And spake : " Behold me, long-armed Prince ! my grace 
 Is granted thee ! Thou wilt o'ercome ! Thy foes 
 Shall fail before thee, and these Eealms be thine. 
 And all thy paths go thornless — yea, and now 
 They shall not know thee 'midst these Matsyas, 
 Because thou didst invoke me, worshipping me ! " 
 
 Therewith she vanished from his wondering eyes. 
 
 Then, tying in his cloth the golden dice 
 Set with blue numbers, and concealing them 
 Under his arm-pit, Yudhisthira passed 
 Into Virata's Gate : whom the old King 
 Witnessed approaching, like a cloud-wrapped moon 
 Cleaving the sky ; and to his counsellors 
 
232 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Spake : " Seek ye who this is, noble of port, 
 Pacing so proudly, royal — having none 
 To herald him, no slave, no chariot — 
 And yet the air of Indra ! Fearlessly 
 He wendeth, like an elephant in rut 
 Trampling the lotuses." 
 
 Thereat the Prince 
 Standing before Virata, of himself 
 Thus answered : " Know me. King ! a Brahmana, 
 Who, lacking means to live, craves it of thee ; 
 Thy service would I take ! " 
 
 Well pleased that Lord 
 Replied : " We welcome thee ! have what thou seek'st. 
 But say whence comest thou ? what is thy name ? 
 Thy family ? and what skill vauntest thou ? " 
 
 " Kanka I am ; skilled ia the play of dice," 
 The Prince said r " bom in the Vaiyaghra house, 
 A friend of Tudhisthira in old days ! " 
 
 At this VirS.ta spake : " Be my will heard ! 
 Where I am master thou art man : thy friends 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 233 
 
 Are mine ; and my foes thine. Here shalt thou find 
 Glad entertainment, with full meat and drink, 
 And all my doors shall open stand for thee ! " 
 
 So Tudhisthira entered in the Court. 
 
 Came presently another towards the King ; 
 Lion-like — vast of bone — whose right hand held 
 A cooking-bowl, his left an unsheathed sword 
 Of stainless sheen. And seeing him draw near 
 The Matsya king spake unto those around : 
 " Whence is this mighty man, this Bull of men, 
 Broad-naped, and comely, like to Surya — 
 Like to Purandara's great self! Learn ye ! "' 
 But Bhima, close approaching, with fair words 
 Addressed Vir§,ta, saying, " Lord of Lords ! 
 I am a cook, named Vallava, deep-taught 
 In seasoning curious dishes, and I seek 
 Thy service ! " 
 
 « Thou a Cook ! " Virata cried, 
 " Who hast the bearing of the Thousand-Eyed ! 
 And strength majestic, like a king uncrowned ? " 
 
 " Tea, Lord ! a Cook," quoth Bhima, " and of old 
 
Z34 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Prince YudHstliira praised the meats I dressed ! 
 Moreover, I can wrestle, Chief of Earth ! 
 And show thee sport, fighting with elephants 
 Or lions, since no man hath thews like mine." 
 
 Then said the King : " Be it as thou dost ask ! 
 I make thee Master of my kitchen-gear ! " 
 
 So entered Bhima in Virata's Court. 
 
 Next, through the city-gates stepped Dranpadi, 
 Her long black glossy hair, braided and tied. 
 Rolled on the right side of her neck, lay hid 
 Beneath a cloth, and the Queen's cloth was dark. 
 Costly, but frayed. The deer-eyed Draupadi — 
 Bright-smiling Draupadi — paced here and there — 
 Dressed as Sairindhris be, mournful of mien : 
 Whom, so beholding, men and women stayed, 
 Enquiring, " Who art thou — ^what seekest thou ? " 
 Whereto she said : "A king's Sairindhri I, 
 Seeking such service as may find me food ! " 
 But, looking on her beauty and her pride. 
 None might believe. 
 
 Presently, it befell 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 235 
 
 The Queen SudeshnS, from her Palace roof 
 
 Spied the fair Lady thus forlorn and wrapped 
 
 In one poor cloth ; and — calling — questioned her, 
 
 Saying, " Who art thou, and what seekest thou, 
 
 Beautiful stranger ? " Answered Draupadi : 
 
 " A king's Sairindhri I, who service ask ! " 
 
 " But," quoth SudeshnS, : " can it be such grace 
 
 Adorns a serving-maid ? thou rather seem'st 
 
 Mistress of many servants ! Anklets trim ! 
 
 Limbs nobly moulded ! feet, hands, body formed 
 
 In fairest wise ! Thy palms and soles dyed red 
 
 With mehndi, and thy speech sweet as swan's note ! 
 
 And lustrous silken hair ! and shapely breasts, 
 
 Long neck, sloped shoulders, graceful globing hips ! 
 
 Nay ! like a Kashmir mare with all good marks 
 
 Thou hast sure signs of blood — eye-lashes curved ! 
 
 Lips like red buds — waist taper, soft throat lined 
 
 As is a conch shell — veins scarce seen — a face 
 
 Like the full moon — eyes cut like lotus-leaves, 
 
 And thou thyself fragrant as lotus is ! 
 
 Tell me in truth — art thou some Goddess hid — 
 
 Yakhshi, or Gandharvi, or Apsara — 
 
 A Naga Princess, or a Kinnari — 
 
 Eohini's self, perchance ! which one of these ? " 
 
236 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Spake Draupadi : " None of all these am I, 
 
 No Goddess, Gandharvi, or Rakhshasi ; 
 
 But only a Sairindtri girl, wlio knows 
 
 To comb and braid the hair, pestle sweet gums 
 
 For scents and unguents, and fair garlands weave 
 
 Of lilies blue or red and champak blooms. 
 
 Of old Queen Satyan^mi I did serve, 
 
 And Draupadi, wife of the Pandavas : 
 
 Malini she would call me — 'wreath maker.' 
 
 Now roam I, having need of food and home, 
 
 And where I find them will I gladly bide ! " 
 
 Sudeshni, said, " Thou should'st live nearest me, 
 Pair wanderer ! saving that I fear thy grace 
 Would draw the King's heart wholly after thee ! 
 See how my women eye thee as thou goest ! — 
 What would men do ? I think our Palace trees 
 Wave worship as thou passest ! Surely then. 
 Too faultless girl, Virata's mind will tnm 
 Away from me, and wholly unto thee T 
 Ah ! eyes so large and lustrous ! him they woo 
 Must helplessly take fire ! If I, the Queen, 
 Did house thee, should I not destroy myself, 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 237 
 
 As when the foolish crab conceiving' dies, 
 
 Or one who climbs a tree falls headlong thence ? " 
 
 Draupadi answered : " Noble Lady ! none 
 
 Will do me wrong, or thee ! My spouses five 
 
 Are Gandharvas, Heav'n's sons. Their unseen strength 
 
 Always protects me ; he, who sought my love 
 
 Dishonestly, would perish that same day ; 
 
 Fear nothing from my beauty, gracious Queen ! " 
 
 SudeshnI, spake : " Bright one ! if this be true 
 I take thee to my household, promising 
 Thou shalt not wash another's feet, nor eat 
 The leavings of another." 
 
 So she passed 
 Into the Palace, and none knew her name. 
 
 Then Sahadev, habited like to those 
 Who tend the cattle, speaking as such speak. 
 Game to the cow-pens of the King. Him, too, 
 Wondering to see such stature and such strength, 
 Virata summoned, questioning. The Prince, 
 With deep voice, thus replied : " A Vaisya I, 
 Arishtanemi named ; a cowherd once 
 
238 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 In service of the Pandavas ; but now 
 I wist not where they roam, those Lion Lords ; 
 Yet service must I find, and if thou wilt, 
 Great King, with thee ! " 
 
 " Thou hast no cowherd's air," 
 Vir§,ta said ; " a ruler might'st thou be 
 Of Ocean-girdled eartli ; a Harvester 
 Of foes on the red battle-field. Speak sooth ! 
 From whose land comest thou ? What followest thou ? 
 What office dost thou seek, and for what gage ? " 
 
 Quoth Sahadev : " Prince Tudhisthira owned 
 Lakhs of fair kine, and I was Cow-master. 
 I knew the breed and points of all which grazed 
 Within ten y6janas. The Prince himself 
 Would praise my craft, since none was skilfuller 
 To match the cows and bulls, and multiply 
 The herds, and keep murrain and plague away. 
 I know which beasts bear the auspicious marks, 
 Which lordly sires, almost by sight and smell 
 Will make the barren heifers fall with calf." 
 
 Virata answered : " Henceforth shalt thou be 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 239 
 
 Our Cowherd. All my hundred thousand kine 
 I put into thy charge." 
 
 So Sahadev 
 Entered the Eoyal household, and none knew. 
 
 Next day another stalwart stranger strode 
 
 Within the Gates ; comely to view and strong, 
 
 But decked in female ornaments. He wore 
 
 Long ear-rings, and shell armlets laid with gold. 
 
 His dark hair flowing down his neck. Thus hid 
 
 Virata spied Arjun, and hade enquire 
 
 " Whence is that man ? " and when he nearer drew 
 
 Spake this : " Art thou an Eunuch ? — thou so limbed 
 
 Like to a bull of elephants, thou framed 
 
 To ride on war-cars, wielding bow and spear ? " 
 
 Arjuna said : " An Eunuch am I, King ! 
 Ask not to such sad state how I. did fall. 
 I sing and dance, and play the bansuli, 
 Vina and drum. Make me thy slave to teach 
 Sweet music to the women in thy house. 
 I am Vrihannala, the sexless one. 
 Daughter of no man, and of no man son ! " 
 
240 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 And when the King' was made content, he sent 
 That Pandu Prince — ^in women's garb disguised, 
 Playing his pipe, and singing dancing-songs — 
 To be a teacher of the Women. 
 
 So 
 Arjuna entered, unto no one known. 
 
 Last was there seen, fast pacing to the Gate 
 Another Pandu Lord, like the gold Sun 
 From clouds emerging. Drawing nigh, his gaze 
 Marked heedfuUy the horses. Noting this 
 The Matsya Chief spake to his courtiers : 
 " I marvel whence he comes, that goodly man 
 Who eyes our steeds so steadfastly ; go ye ! 
 Bid him approach, he wears a warlike air ! " 
 
 Therewith was Nakula led anigh ; and said : 
 "Victory, great King, to thee, with health and 
 
 peace ! 
 I am a horse-tamer whom Lords have praised 
 In times gone by ; new service now I seek ; 
 Make me thy stable-keeper." 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 241 
 
 " I were fain," 
 THe King replied ; " but what skill boastest thou ? 
 Whence wendest thou to us, how art thou called ? " 
 
 The Prince said : " ^atrukarshan ! Harvester 
 
 Of slaughtered foes ! I served great Yudhisthir, 
 
 The eldest of our Pandavas. I kept 
 
 His stables ; for I know the hearts of steeds 
 
 To break colts in, and cure the faults of them ; 
 
 To bleed and fire and physic them ; to nurse 
 
 Their strength and speed, and even the wildest mares 
 
 To gentle all. My name is Granthika." 
 
 Vir&tasaid: "I take thee; Granthika! 
 Have charge of all my horses." 
 
 Thus he, too, 
 Passed into service of the Court unknown. 
 
 [The next section relates how the disguised Princes 
 spent their time in King Virto's Court ; secretly assist- 
 ing each other, " as much hidden as if once more in the 
 womb." Yudhisthira, by dice-playing, keeps the courtiers 
 amused, and " sitting like birds tied on a stick ; " Arjuna 
 
 Q 
 
242 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 provides the Five with, food and clothes ; Sahadev with 
 milk and curds ; Nakula with money, gained by horse- 
 breaking; Bhima, who distinguishes himself greatly at 
 wrestling and fighting, brings credit on his kinsmen ; and 
 all watch anxiously over the safety of Draupadi, who, during 
 ten months, lives in the Palace, well-treated by Queen 
 Sudeshna, but distressed at the menial condition of the 
 Princes, and becauseof her separation from them. Towards 
 the close of this year of concealment a terrible danger 
 threatens the Pandu Queen, which is narrated as follows :] 
 
 It fell at the year's end, that Kichaka, 
 
 The Captain of the armies of the King, 
 
 Cast eyes on Draupadi ; and — seeing her 
 
 Fair as an Apsara, pacing with gait 
 
 Of Goddess, heavenly-sweet — btirned for her love, 
 
 Smitten by Kama's shaft. Then to the Queen, 
 
 His sister, spake he : " Never until now. 
 
 Marked I this slave ; but now she maddens me 
 
 With that dark face, as new wine maddens men ! 
 
 Who is she ? and whence sprang she ? and who owns 
 
 This Pearl of Shes ? I am become her thrall : 
 
 Sick unto death I am for her, and she 
 
 My only medicine ! Thy waiting wench — 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 243 
 
 If she be thine — was never born to serve ! 
 Divine she seems, and fitter to command 
 Kingdoms and kings ! Sister, give me the girl ! 
 She shall be Mistress in my Palace, decked 
 With gold and gems, royally lodged and fed, 
 Shall ride on elephants ! " 
 
 Virata's vrife 
 Nothing gainsaying, Kichaka sought soon 
 The Kuru Queen, and so accosted her 
 As might some fawning jackal in the woods 
 Accost a lioness. " Celestial one ! 
 Whose, and who art thou ? Lovely, winsome face ! 
 Whence didst thou shine upon us ? Tell me ! Sure 
 Never were seen such charms, never beheld 
 Such countenance, bright as the moon at full ; 
 Such brows like bows, such eyes like lotus-leaves. 
 Such limbs, such hips, such feet, such faultless form ! 
 Art thou great Lakhshmi of the Lilies, Sweet ? 
 Or Eati, Kama's Queen ; or Hrl, or Sri ; 
 Kirti, or Kanti, Fairest ? Thou with breasts 
 So deep, so round, so sister-like, so close. 
 Worthy to bind with gold ! Ah, lotus buds ! 
 Those are as barbs of Kama, piercing me ! 
 
244 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Thj waist, a span to clasp — ^thy smoott soft flesh 
 
 Dimpled with folds — thy sides rounded and dark 
 
 As river-banks — each loveliness in turn 
 
 Consumeth me with fire of love and hope 
 
 Like a wood burning ! Dear one, quench this flame ! 
 
 Be the kind cloud, laden with rain, which cools ! 
 
 Heal where thy night-black eyes have hurt so deep ! 
 
 Eestore me, for thou mayest ! Dwell no more 
 
 In misery ill-befitting ; wealth is thine. 
 
 And ease and joy, if thou dost deign to take. 
 
 With luxury of wine-cups, garlands, robes. 
 
 See ! I will put away those wives I have, 
 
 For thy sweet sake : they shall be slaves to thee ; 
 
 And I will be thy slave— thy faithfuUest — 
 
 Ever obeying every little word 
 
 Those soft lips speak ! " 
 
 Draupadi answered : " Shame 
 Forbids thee, Senapati ! to desire 
 A serving-maid of low degree, a slave 
 Who dresses hair. Moreover, be this known, 
 I am a wedded woman — so, 'tis sin ! 
 And thou dost turn thy heart towards infamies ! 
 If thou beest great, thou owest to thy state 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 245 
 
 Good deeds, and noble life : but sinful men — 
 Blind by desire — win woe, and dire disgrace." 
 
 Then Kichaka, by those high words unmoved, 
 O'ermastered, reckless, lost — even while he knew 
 Fatal his fault and everywise condemned — 
 Spake insolent : "111 it beseemeth thee, 
 Pair though thou art, and with a face like Heaven, 
 To slight me, who am fall'n to be thy thrall ! 
 Night-eyed Enchantress ! if thou scornest one 
 So gently spoken, thou wilt grieve for it ! 
 Know, Damsel with the brows ! this kingdom's head 
 Is Kichaka, not old Virata : I 
 Hold up the land ! 'tis I am Lord and Chief, 
 With none to mate my strength, my will, my wealth ; 
 Nor any better-favoured ! Art thou mad, 
 Proffered full share of all my luxury, 
 To cling to servitude ? Take rather, girl. 
 Humbly this love I give, and have with me 
 What women seek — else shrewdly shalt thou fare ! " 
 
 Thus arrogantly wooed, the proud Princess 
 Answered, indignant : " Sutaputra ! Shame ! 
 Stay thy fool's tongue forthwith — if life be dear ! 
 Five Gandharvas there be who watch o'er me : 
 
246 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Thou cans't not have me — they will slay thee ! Pause ! 
 
 Tread not a path hard to be trod, a path 
 
 Which brings thee to thy end. Thou guilty Lord ! 
 
 Thou art a child, standing on the sea's brink, 
 
 Who thinks to cross, and dips one foolish foot : 
 
 Yet could'st thou cross, or could'st thou soar in air, 
 
 Or creep into the deepest underworld. 
 
 Thou would'st not so escape the wrath of those 
 
 Who God-like guard me ! Why, then, Kichaka, 
 
 Solicit me, like the sick man that prays 
 
 For night to come, when night must make him die ? 
 
 Wherefore desire me, high beyond thy reach 
 
 As the moon is for which an infant's hands 
 
 Stretch from his mother's lap ! * Thou seekest death ! 
 
 Hide where thou wilt, lost art thou, Kichaka, 
 
 Except sense serves thee yet to save thyself." 
 
 Kichaka, thus denied, with longings wild. 
 Hastes to SudeshnS,, crying : " Sister mine. 
 Contrive that thy Sairindhri come to me : 
 Find me some way to win this sweet-voiced wench — 
 Find, or I die, Sudeshni ! " 
 
 * Notable is the antiquity of this phrase ! The original runs : 
 "Kim maturanM iayito yatha Sisiischandran jigkrikshwiva manyase 
 hi mdn." 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 247 
 
 So the Queen, 
 Pitying Hs passion, said : " Look now, provide 
 Cakes and flower-wine for me against tlie feast. 
 And I wUl send my woman to thy house, 
 Bidding her fetch the wine. Then, being there, 
 Alone, quiet, unseen — if thou may'st win, 
 Soothe her, and win her. Brother, she is thine." 
 
 Then Kichaka strained wine, brewed rich and strong 
 For royal cups, and set his deftest cooks 
 To dress rare meats and sweets : which being done, 
 Sudeshn^, spake : " Arise, Sairindhri ! run, 
 I am athirst ! Lord Kichaka hath wine : 
 Go to his house, and bring me of his wine." 
 
 Quoth Draupadi : " Queen, I may not go ! 
 Thou knowest that he is shaineless ! Noble Queen, 
 I wUl not be a common woman here, 
 False to my Lords. Keep thou in mind, dear Queen, 
 All thou did'st promise. This most wicked man. 
 Mad with his wish for me, will, seeing me. 
 Attempt foul wrong. Command me not to go ! 
 Thou hast, good Majesty, full many a maid : 
 Bid one of these fetch wine ! " 
 
248 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 SudeshnS, said : 
 " Surely he will not harm thee, sent by me ! " 
 And therewith in her hands the patra laid, 
 Golden, with lid of gold, which Draupadi 
 Trembling and weeping took, and as she went 
 She prayed this prayer : " Since I am innocent 
 Of any wifely sin, let innocence 
 Protect me now, and shield from Kichaka." 
 Thus spake she, bending low to Surya : 
 Whereon the God a Eakshasa sent down 
 To guard her. 
 
 But when Kichaka beheld 
 Draupadi coming, like a frightened deer. 
 Up sprang he, joyous as the traveller 
 Who sees the boat will bear him o'er the stream. 
 
 " Oh thou with glossy braided locks ! " he cried, 
 " Welcome, thrice welcome ! Truly this long night 
 Hath brought a blissful day, since thou art here 
 To live the Mistress of my House. Smile now ! 
 Say thou wilt pleasure me ; and bid me bring 
 Bangles and chains of gold, with golden rings 
 Fair-wrought and wonderful, rubies and pearls. 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 249 
 
 And ricli gilfc cloths and skins of deer. See here, 
 How soft thy couch will be ! Sit by me, Dear, 
 And drink of honey-wine, and^- — " 
 
 Draupadi 
 Brake in, impatient : " 'Tis the Queen hath sent. 
 She bade me ask for wine : she is athirst ; 
 Speedily give, and let me go ! " 
 
 At this 
 Says Kichaka : " My Lotus ! some one else 
 Shall carry to the Queen ! " therewith he grasped 
 Draupadi's arm, but, feeling that vile touch 
 The Princess cried aloud : "As never once 
 Swerved I from wedded duty, ev'n in thought. 
 So by my truth of heart 'scape I thee now ; 
 And I shall live to see thee, daring wretch, 
 Eoll in the dust, a carcase." 
 
 Hearing that, 
 Furious he seized her cloth and strove to hold. 
 But bursting from his hands, scornful, incensed. 
 Not brooking such intolerable wrong. 
 The angry Lady — breathing hard and quick — 
 
2SO FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Struck him and felled him, like a root-cut tree. 
 
 Then, while he sprawled, she turned and ran at speed 
 
 Straight for the Hall where King Virata sate 
 
 With Yudhisthira, Bhima, and the Court. 
 
 But, flying thus, that guilty Lord enraged 
 
 Bose, followed her, and in the full Divan 
 
 Caught her long hair, and dragged her down, and spurned 
 
 Her body with his foot, in the King's sight, 
 
 In sight of Bhima and of Yudhisthir. 
 
 With leaping hearts those Pandu Princes there 
 
 Saw the foul deed ; and Bhima gnashed his teeth 
 
 Raging to kill, and knit his angry brows : 
 
 Sweat sprang on him, flame sparkled from his eyes, 
 
 With wrath he quaked, his hands covered his mouth. 
 
 He would have started forth and slain that Lord. 
 
 But Yudhisthira, wiser, squeezed his thumbs 
 
 Commanding peace, lest all be known ; and when 
 
 Like elephant in must Bhima glared hard. 
 
 The elder Prince spake masterful, " Dost seek 
 
 Trees to uproot for fuel, burly Cook ! 
 
 Go find and fell them out of doors, not here ! " 
 
 So Bhima choked his rage ; but Draupadi 
 
 With shame and anger wild — ^yet loath to break 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 251 
 
 Their secret — standing at the entrance-place. 
 Cried loud, in tears : " Lords, ye have seen to-day- 
 Spurned by the feet of yon vile Matsyan 
 The wife of those whose foes, in time gone by. 
 Dared not to sleep — no, not if four broad realms 
 Lay between them and vengeance. Ye have seen 
 Her outraged who hath champions strong enough 
 To shatter all your state — if they would strike. 
 Well for ye is it that these warriors skulk ; 
 Well for ye that their force immeasurable 
 Sleeps like an eunuch's spirit, witnessing 
 Their dear chaste Lady beaten as a drab ! 
 Thou too, King ! no King thou shewest thyself, 
 Else had'st thou nowise suffered that this man. 
 Base Thief — not Army-Chief — should flout me thus 
 In thy full Court ! Dishonoured are ye all. 
 Not knowing right, nor virtue ! — infamous 
 The throne ye serve ; and ye who serve the throne ! " 
 
 Then spake the troubled King : " We have not known 
 Your cause of quarrel ; " and the Courtiers said, 
 " Truly the large-eyed One hath wrong herein ; 
 Faultless to view she is — most beautiful ! " 
 
252 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 But Yudhisthira, calm in wrath, addressed 
 His beauteous wife : " Sairindhri ! tarry not ! 
 Go to the Queen. The wives of heroes bear 
 Distress for those they love, and so attain. 
 Those Godlike Lords of thine choose not this hour 
 To wreak their ire ; yet they will choose. Weep not 
 Nor play the actress here ! Thy Gandharvas 
 Will do thee pleasure, and requite this man." 
 
 So went she grieved, her long hair loose, her eyes 
 Reddened with weeping, to Sudeshn^'s bower. 
 And told the deeds of Kichaka. But when 
 The Queen had said, " If he has done this thing 
 He should be shent," the sobbing Princess cried, 
 " Nay ! those he wronged shall slay him ! two days hence 
 I think his soul will sink to TamalSk." 
 
 And when she reached her room and stripped to bathe 
 Her fairest body, fell she to hot thought, 
 Musing : " What shall I do ? Where go ? What plan 
 To kill this Lord ? " and as she mused, the name 
 Ot Bhima came : " Bhima will aid — none else 
 Save Bhima can achieve ! " So she arose 
 And sought out Bhima in his cooking-place, 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 253 
 
 Approaching as a ttree-year cow her bull 
 
 In season, or a hen-crane towards its mate 
 
 At pairing time ; and like a jungle- vine 
 
 Clasping a Sal on Gomti's wooded banks ; 
 
 Or like a fondling lioness that wakes 
 
 Her maned lord in the woods, so Draupadi 
 
 Cast her long arms round Bhima, and so roused : 
 
 And him addressing, with a voice as sweet 
 
 As the mid-notes of vina, cried : " Arise ! 
 
 Sleepest thou now ? or art thou dead, indeed, 
 
 Suffering that man to live who shamed thy wife ? " 
 
 Then Bhima, sitting up upon his bed, 
 
 Enquired, " What would'st thou ? " And in whispered 
 
 wrath 
 The Princess of Panch^la told anew 
 Her tale of shame ; and broke to bitter words. 
 Lamenting sore that Yudhisthir should live 
 The King's hired dicer, careless of her fame ; 
 And great Arjuna lay his bow aside 
 To wear armlets and ear-rings, and to sit 
 The women's singing-master ; Sahadev 
 A cowherd in the pens, all weaponless ; 
 And Nakula training horses in the stalls. 
 
254 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 " Thou, BMma's self, defamed to Vallava 
 
 To cook, cut wood, and fight wild beasts for sport ! 
 
 Nay, I, the Queen ! " so she went on, " beguiled 
 
 By Yudhisthira's fault to go in garb 
 
 Of waiting-woman, live at orders, bear 
 
 All I have borne, unrighted. See ! these hands 
 
 Blistered with pounding sandal — hands of one 
 
 Who never once before ia all her life 
 
 Touched pestle, save for Kunti, now I stand 
 
 Daily before the door a patient slave 
 
 Trembling to learn if I have pounded well ! 
 
 What have I wrought to vex the Gods so much ? 
 
 It is not meet for me longer to live ! " 
 
 Then Bhima, weeping, lifted to his face 
 Those tender hands of Draupadi, thus scored 
 With daily toil, and sorrowful replied : 
 
 " It shames our name, it mocks our strength, to see 
 These dear worn hands ! I would have flooded all 
 With blood, but Yudhisthira's glance forbade. 
 That we dwell here dissembling — ^that these men 
 Still breathe — sticks like a spear-blade in my heart. 
 Yet grieve not thus ! If Yudhisthira heard. 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 255 
 
 Or Arjun, or the Twins, they would not live. 
 And I should weary then of living ! Wait ! 
 Bear our fates patiently ! a little more — 
 Half of one moon — and thou art Queen again ! " 
 
 But Draupadi made answer : " Nay, one day 
 Is all too long ! I cannot wait ! Eise now ! 
 Act, or I die ! The Queen, jealous of me. 
 Aids Kichaka ; and he — when I say ' Fool ! 
 I am the wife of five great Gandharvas, 
 Their wrath will crush thee ! ' — Kichaka replies, 
 ' Small fear have I of thy five Gandharvas, 
 Sweetest Sairindhri ! I can match in fight 
 A lakh of such ! Therefore, too fearful, yield ! ' 
 At that the proud Lord laughs — lastful and rich, 
 Eeckless and villainous — and if we wait, 
 This man will seize some chance, and master me ; 
 Then must I die ; then prudence will seem vUe ; 
 Then all is lost ; with loss of name and fame. 
 Bhima ! with thine own eyes thou did'st see 
 Th' adulterer spurn me. Kill him, dear strong Lord ! 
 Break him to fragments ! shatter him to shards 
 As when a rock crushes a chatty ! Kill ! 
 If he sees one more sunrise I will mix 
 
2S6 FROM THE SANSKRIT 
 
 Poison with what I drink, and end : for Death 
 Were better than the arms of Kichaka ! " 
 
 She flung on Bhima's neck, shedding hot tears ; 
 And Bhima, all to comfort her, spake fair. 
 Wiping the drops away. Then, silent mused. 
 Thinking of Kichaka ; and while he thought 
 He licked the corners of his mouth, made dry- 
 By fire of rage. At last he rose and said : 
 
 " See ! I will do this thing thou askest ! Go, 
 Put by all signs of sorrow ; find that man ! 
 The Dancing-chamber which the King hath built 
 By day is used for Nautchnees, but at night 
 Is empty, and a well-carved bed stands there. 
 That is the pld,ce where I will send his soul 
 Where those have gone who did beget this dog. 
 Appoint he meet thee there to-night ; but so 
 That others shall not hear nor spy." 
 
 Full soon 
 Kichaka speaks with her — he wandered wide 
 To seek her — saying this : " I struck thee, girl ! 
 Yesterday in full Court before the throne. 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 257 
 
 Now knowest thou well there is no Lord save I 
 Who am the Captain of the troops, and Chief 
 In grey Virata's City. Take me, then ! 
 Have thou for slave the master of this state 
 And I will give thee, Fairest ! servants, cars, 
 Mules, and a hundred nishkas of red gold. 
 Shall this thing be?" 
 
 Draupadi answered : " Yes, 
 This thing shall be, sith thou must have it so ; 
 But only if none know — none of thy friends : 
 I am in terror of my Gandharvas. 
 Promise it shall be secret, and I yield ! " 
 
 " Oh, thou of loveliest limbs ! " quoth Kichaka, 
 
 " Gladly I promise — I am thrall to thee ! 
 
 To what good meeting-place should I repair, 
 
 Where those — thy dreadful Five — shall nought discern ? " 
 
 Draupadi said : " There is the Dancing Hall 
 Built by the King, where Nautchnees play by day ; 
 But leave it free at nights. Thither repair 
 When the dark falls ; my husbands do not know 
 That spot : we shall be quit of censure there." 
 
2S8 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 But when, apart, slie mused those uttered words, 
 That she should speak them, and the hearer live — 
 The afternoon seemed like a long slow moon, 
 So grievous 'twas to await ! And, unto him 
 The watches of that day Seemed without end, 
 So was he glad and keen, not knowing Death 
 Had come to call him in Sairindhri dress. 
 Reft of his wits, he plumed himself for love. 
 Embellishing, anointing, tricking out 
 With garlands, perfumes, ornaments — at heart 
 Aye musing on her great dark eyes, her limbs 
 Smooth as banana-stems, her shining hair, 
 And stately step. Like a spent lamp which flares 
 Before the flame dies down, so Kichaka 
 Bore himself brighter, as his proud heart drew 
 Nearer the stroke of Fate. 
 
 But Draupadi, 
 Beautiful with her wrath, sought Bhima out 
 And whispered : " What thou badest I have done : 
 Kichaka meets me in the dancing-hall 
 To-night, when darkness falls. He comes alone. 
 Slay him there, Bhima ! Slay him, dear my Lord, 
 That hast the mighty arms ! Kill this vain fool. 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 259 
 
 Drunk witli vile pride. Deal witli Mm, Kunti's sod, 
 
 As doth an elephant with vilva-fruits, 
 
 So shalt thou stay these tears, and purge my shame ! " 
 
 Bhima replied : " Thou hast done well ! I craved 
 Nought better than such tidings. Now my soul 
 Is glad again, as when in days bygone 
 I slew Hidimba. Listen ! Here, I swear 
 By thine own truth, and by my Brother's lives, 
 And by great Dharma, I will kill this wretch 
 As Indra slaughtered Vritra. Sit at peace ! 
 This night his head shall be as vilva-fruit 
 Whereon an elephant hath trampled ! " 
 
 So 
 At nightfall, early, having wrapped himself 
 In woman's garb, went Bhima to the Hall, 
 And lay in darkness on the couch, as lies 
 A tiger in the tiger-grass, close-hid. 
 Glaring, expectant till the buck shall pass. 
 
 Then Kichaka — all trim and scented — trips 
 
26o FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 To the appointed spot, full of Lis bliss 
 
 To meet that peerless Queen. He enters in — 
 
 Gropes in the gloom — this Lord of sinful soul — 
 
 Feeling his way toward Bhima on the bed : 
 
 Toward Bhima, burning fierce with shame and rage — 
 
 Toward Bhima, huge and dreadful — as a moth 
 
 Flatters into a flame, as foolish deer 
 
 Play towards the cheetah's lair. The bed he finds ; 
 
 Sees in the dark a form, and, smilingly 
 
 He lisps : " My Fair ! thou with the eyes ! art here ? 
 
 Know, I have set apart rich gifts for thee ; 
 
 Jewels and gold, and inner chambers stored 
 
 With scarlet cloths and carpets ; and a throng 
 
 Of slaves to serve our sports and pleasures ! Now 
 
 Come I — thy humble slave ! though women say 
 
 None is like Kichaka for face and grace ! " 
 
 Then Bhima from the couch his answering voice 
 Belittled, while he said : " Fortunate Lord, 
 To be so great and have such praise ! In truth 
 A winning way is thine, and conquering hands — 
 Come nearer, that I kiss them ! Ab, no doubt, 
 None can resist so sweet a Lord ! " 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 261 
 
 And while 
 Kichaka marvelled at those accents rough, 
 Suddenly started Bhima from the couch 
 Thunderously crying, " Now thou diest, Dog ! 
 Now shall thy carcase roll in dust, and leave 
 Peace to Sairindhris and to us ! Therewith 
 Caught he the hair of Kichaka, entwined 
 With flower-wreaths, bent him down, and seized his neck ; 
 But quick, that Lord, tearing his locks away. 
 Grappled the Pandu Prince. So, fierce they close 
 In deadly strife, as when two lions meet. 
 Or wild bull elephants. Their huge arms rose 
 Like hooded cobras striking ; nails and teeth 
 Helped hands and feet ia the hot conflict. Now 
 One would roll uppermost, another now : 
 For Bhima flung down Eachaka, but he 
 Slipped from beneath, and hurled his enemy 
 Back overhand — with crash of joint and bone 
 As when the bamboos crack in hurricanes : 
 But Bhima gripped again, and beat the knees 
 From under Kichaka, so that both fell 
 Locked chest to chest, roaring in wrath, the foam 
 Upon their lips, fire flashing from their eyes. 
 
262 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 Raging to slay each, other in that gloom. 
 
 Loud was the noise and clatter of the fight ; 
 
 Till, knitting close his giant arms, the Prince 
 
 Drew tight against his breast Kichaka's breast, 
 
 Pressing the life-breath out ; and — waxing strong, 
 
 As the Adulterer waned — shifted one hand 
 
 To Kichaka's strained throat, one to his hair, 
 
 The while with feet and knees he trampled him ; 
 
 Whereat, o'ercome and helpless, Kichaka 
 
 Groaned and fell prone — at which the Pandu stamped 
 
 His body limp, and broke his limbs, and cast 
 
 The shapeless carcase back, a lump of Death. 
 
 Thereon Bhima arose, all shaking still 
 With stress of combat, red with blood, and hoarse 
 By cries of rage. " Come hither ! come," said he, 
 " Thou Princess of Panch§,la ! Witness here 
 What thing it is who wrought to do thee shame." 
 
 Then Draupadi, lighting a torch, strode in 
 And saw the foot of Bhima planted hard 
 On Kichaka's torn corpse ; and how he lay 
 Bloody and broken by the carven bed ; 
 
A QUEEN'S REVENGE. 263 
 
 Whereon she called the keepers of the Hall, 
 Saying : " Enter ! enter ! see how Kichaka, 
 Who spumed me, and who sought to shame me, lie 
 Slain by my Gandharvas ! " 
 
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 and poetical gifts will not be willing to remain without the 
 volume in which is enshrined the thoughts which have come of 
 the. breaking up of a domestic alliance, to all seeming of idyllic 
 happiness" 
 
 World. — "His dedication is an exquisite specimen of that 
 spirit of love which pervades the book'' 
 
 Society. — " This is indeed a noble addition to our store of 
 elegiac poetry!' 
 
 Observer. — " A graceful and pathetic tribute to the memory 
 of one whose passing away extinguished for a time the light of 
 his heart and home" 
 
 Literary World. — "Contains some very beautiful thoughts. 
 . . . There are passages in these poems that deserve to live. . . . 
 The ' Casket of Gems ' is well described as such, and we commend 
 it to all lovers of poetry." 
 
 British Weekly. — "Necessarily mournful, yet rich with 
 imagination, and worthy of the poems that have preceded it 
 from the same pen." 
 
 Lloyd's News. — "Comes like a fresh and inspiring breeze 
 from, the m.ountain heights, chasing the gloom of those who 
 would have us believe that there is an end of chivalry, and that 
 life is all a failure" 
 
 Figaro. — " Some of them are very beautiful, and others in- 
 tensely pathetic" 
 
 Scotsman. — "Has beauties enough of its own to make it 
 heartily enjoyed by all lovers of poetry" 
 
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Sir Ebwin Hrnol&'s poetical Morlis, 
 
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 POEMS: 
 
 NATIONAL AND NON-ORIENTAL. 
 
 WITH SOME NEW PIECES. 
 
 Selected from the Works of 
 
 Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., 
 
 Author of "The Light of Asia," &c. &c. &c. 
 
 I'he Four Crowns. 
 
 To H.R.H. the Princess 
 of Wales. 
 
 The First Distribution of 
 the Victoria Cross. 
 
 In Memoriam. 
 
 Florence Nightingale. 
 
 Congratulatory Address. 
 
 The Order of Valour. 
 
 On the Death of the Prin- 
 cess Alice. 
 
 Havelock in Trafalgar 
 Square. 
 
 Adelaide Anne Procter. 
 
 To America. 
 
 Armageddon. 
 
 To Matthew Arnold. 
 
 Song of the German Sol- 
 diers in Alsace. 
 
 Berlin. — The Sixteenth of 
 March. 
 
 Hero and Leander. 
 
 The Feast of tielshazzar. 
 
 The Three Roses. 
 
 He and She. 
 
 ' ' On the th instant, 
 
 Drowned whilst Bath- 
 ing." 
 
 Dream-land. 
 
 A ma Future. 
 
 Llangollen. 
 
 The Two Wreaths. 
 
 Almond Blossom, 
 
 Sonnet. 
 
 All Saints' Day. 
 4 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Serenade. 
 
 The Emigrant. 
 
 The Three Students. 
 
 Jam Satis. 
 
 Aristippus. 
 
 Effie. 
 
 To F. C. H. 
 
 From Sappho. 
 
 From Anacreon. 
 
 Nemesis. 
 
 Love and Life. 
 
 Two Idylls of Theocritus : 
 By the Fountain. 
 The Spell. 
 
 Lament of Adonis. 
 
 Prayer to the Muses. 
 
 A Dedication. 
 
 With a Volume of Trans- 
 lations. 
 
 Dedication of a Book. 
 
 The Epic of the Lion. 
 
 Nencia. 
 
 The Stratford Pilgrims. 
 
 "Students' Day" in the 
 National Gallery. 
 
 The Knight's Tomb at 
 Swanscombe Church. 
 
 Alia Mano Delia -Mia 
 Donna. 
 
 The Hymn of the Priestess 
 of Diana. 
 
 To a Sleeping Lady. 
 
 To Stella. 
 
 Inscribed upon a Skull 
 picked up on the Acro- 
 polis at Athens. 
 
 The New Lucian. 
 
 Oxford Revisited. 
 A Duet. 
 
 The Altar of Pity. 
 The Cholera in Italy, ' 
 The Wreck of the " Nor- 
 thern Belle." 
 A Home Song. 
 Fond Fancies. 
 On a Dead Lady. 
 Lydia. 
 
 The Lost Pleiad. 
 Amadis of Gaul to Don 
 
 Quixote de la Mancha. 
 The Shadow of the Cross. 
 Christ Blessing LittleChil- 
 
 dreii. 
 On a Cyclamen. 
 The Twelve Months. 
 In Westminster Abbey. 
 Atalanta. 
 Life. 
 Hadrian's Address to his- 
 
 Soul. 
 The Depths of the Sea. 
 The Heavenly Secret. 
 An Adieu. 
 Jeanne. 
 A Farewell. 
 A Love-Song of Henri 
 
 Quatre. 
 In Memory of S. S. 
 Epitaph written for the- 
 
 Same. 
 Obscure Martyrs. 
 Wilfred H. Arnold. 
 The Rhine and the, Mc 
 
 selle. 
 
Sir jE&win Hcnol&'s Selected poems. 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 Daily Telegraph. — "Among' so much that is striking in 
 thought or diction it may be difficult to select fai/ourites, and im- 
 possible to award absolute priority of merit; but the short set 
 of verses called '' AtalantaJ and another on Mr. Bum Jone^s 
 picture of ^ The Mermaid,' entitled ' The Depths of the Sea,' come 
 as near poetical perfection as any in a volume which will delight 
 all to whom. English poetry is dear!' 
 
 Morning Post. — "Sir Edwin Arnold, in the work under 
 notice, purposely turns from, the glowing magic of his Eastern 
 verse, and complies 'with a desire that a selection should be 
 tnadefrom his non-Oriental poems! There is consequently great 
 variety in this volume, which contains also many fine and 
 scholarly renderings from. French, German, and other poets, 
 besides some ' new pieces! " 
 
 Echo. — "We thank the author for this volume of selected 
 non-Oriental poems, which contain many things which the world 
 would not willingly let die!' 
 
 St. James' Gazette. — "Assuredly as Catholic as it is musical!' 
 
 Manchester Guardian. — "Exceedingly pleasant verse!' 
 
 Scotsman. — "A goodly volume of goodly verse. . . . These 
 poems are of uniformly exquisite workmanship, and in many 
 the verse is rich and glowing. They are all inspired by pure 
 and lofty sentiment and noble ideas. They possess unusual 
 grace of form and expression!' 
 
 Saturday Review. — "As a selection the volume shows unusual 
 care and discrimination. It comprises some new poems, in 
 addition to many old favourites, sure of welcome by all lovers of 
 poetry!' 
 
 Westminster Review. — " They are as refreshing as a breath 
 of air after long confinement in a crowded room!' 
 
 Bookseller. — "A most masterly composition!' 
 
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 WITH SA'DI IN THE GARDEN; 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE BOOK OF LOVE. 
 
 Being the " Ishk " or Third Chapter of the " Bostan " of 
 the Persian Poet Sa'di. 
 
 Embodied in a Dialogue held in the Garden of the 
 Taj Mahal, at Agra. 
 
 BY 
 
 Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., 
 
 Author of "The Light of Asia," &c. &c. 
 
 In this work, which is dedicated to the Earl of Duiferin, 
 
 the Author, after minutely describing the beautiful Tomb and 
 
 surrounding Gardens of the Taj Mahal, introduces a group 
 
 composed of a learned Mirza, two singing-girls with their 
 
 attendant, and an Englishman, who pass the night in the 
 
 Mosque attached to the famous Monument, reading the 
 
 Chapter of Sa'di upon " Love," and conversing upon that 
 
 theme, with accompaniments of music and dancing. The 
 
 larger portion of the Book is original, and comprises, besides 
 
 the included translations from Sa'di, many lyrical pieces in 
 
 the Persian manner, sung by the accompUshed musicians, 
 
 and also several novel Oriental Tales illustrating the dialogue, 
 6 
 
Sir E&win Hrnolb's "Mttb Sa'M" 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Morning Post — ^'' From first to last Sir Edwin Arnold's 
 •work is rich in gems of thought, conveyed now in words of 
 brilliant imagery, sometimes of deeper import, again of exquisite 
 feeling, but testifying one and all to his absolute assimilation of 
 the genius of the East." 
 
 Daily Telegraph. — '''■The charm of the volume is greatly en- 
 hanced by the mingling of dramatic narrative with love, lore and 
 philosophy J and those who in this shape first become acquainted 
 with Sddi's poetry and quaint wisdom will owe a lasting debt 
 of gratitude to the accomplished translator." 
 
 Echo. — '' Another volume of charming verse from the far 
 East. . . . That they are charming there can be no question : 
 the only question is whether they are not too charming — so 
 charming as to be almost enervating." 
 
 Academy. — ". . . The perusal of these poems has something 
 of the effect of a change of climate : we open the book, and forth- 
 with leave behind our modern practical life, to find ourselves in 
 a spiritual region of yearning, and ecstasy and high-strung 
 devotion. We close it, and come back to our work-a-day with a 
 feeling as if we had been breathing a softer and purer air'' 
 
 Spectator. — " 7'he plan of Sir Edwin Arnold's latest poem 
 is simple but ingenious. . . . He displays a considerable com- 
 mand of picturesque imagery, and a flowing narrative style. 
 His verse is often melodious." 
 
 Whitehall Review. — " We could quote and quote and quote 
 again, filling our columns with orient pearls, and yet leave the 
 treasures of this book well-nigh untouched" 
 
 British Weekly. — ^^ His verse has all its old dreamy charm; 
 one could give himself up to it in the sun for hours!' 
 
 St. Stephen's Review. — '■'■' Sddi's' poems go straight to the 
 heart. . . . It is not going too far to say, that for captivating 
 interest, for situations on which the mind hangs spell-bound, 
 and for exquisite touches of human nature and sublimest pathos, 
 the author of ' The Light of Asia' has in this exquisite idyl 
 surpassed himself" 
 
 Literary World. — " We hope Sir Edwin Arnold will long 
 be spared to give us more of his delightful and scholarly Oriental 
 poems, instinct as they are with the truest spirit of Eastern 
 philosophy arid life!' 
 
 Liverpool Mercury. — " Glowing with sensuousness, the light, 
 the colour of the East. . . . The ballads and love songs are 
 especially fine, and the work as a whole will add to its authors 
 already not inconsiderable fame!' 
 
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 Crown 8vo, pp. viii. and 264, cloth, price 7s. 6d. 
 
 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 "IN AN INDIAN TEMPLE," 
 
 "A CASKET OF GEMS," 
 
 "A QUEEN'S REVENGE." 
 
 IVtiA other Poems. 
 
 By Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.LE., C.S.I., &c. &c. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 In an Indian Temple. 
 
 A Casket of Gems. 
 
 Introduction, 
 
 F. Fire-opals. 
 
 A. Amethysts. 
 
 N. Nephrite, Jade. 
 
 • N. Nacre and Pearls. 
 
 Y. Yacut, Topazes. 
 
 M. Moonstone. 
 
 A. Aquamarine. 
 
 B. Rubies. 
 
 I. Idociase, Garnets. 
 A. Agates. 
 
 A. Amber and Lazulite. 
 
 D. Diamonds. 
 
 E. Emeralds. 
 
 L. Ligure, Jacynths. 
 
 A. An Aureus. 
 
 I. lolite and Ivory. 
 
 D, Dawn-stone. 
 
 E, Euclase and Essonite. 
 8 
 
 Laila. 
 
 In Westminster Abbey. 
 
 Atalanta. 
 
 Life (from Victor Hugo). 
 
 Hadrian's Address to bis Soul. 
 
 The Depths of the Sea. 
 
 The Heavenly Secret. 
 
 An Adieu. 
 
 The Indian Judge. 
 
 Jeanne (from Victor Hugo). 
 
 A Rajpftt Nurse. 
 
 Zanouba's Song (from the Persian). 
 
 The Snake and the Baby. 
 
 From a Sikh Hymn. 
 
 A Farewell (from the French). 
 
 A Love-Song of Henri Quatre. 
 
 From the Sanskrit Anthology. 
 
 Basti Singh's Wife. 
 
 In Memory of S. S. 
 
 Epitaph on the Same. 
 
 From the Sanskrit. 
 
 Grishma; or, The Season of 
 
 Heat 
 A Queen's Revenge. 
 
Sfr JE&win Hcnol&'s "Secret of 2)eatb/' 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Morning Post. — "Each new work of Sir Edwin Arnold's 
 shows his style to be as vigorous, his imagination as fertile as 
 ever. He is unequalled as an exponent of the treasures to be 
 found in the rich mine of Oriental literature. . . . In the first 
 three ' Vallis' or 'Lotus Stems' of the ' Katha Upanishad,' the 
 purest philosophical doctrines are conveyed in a species of par- 
 ables, full of Oriental imagery and vivid colouring!' 
 
 Daily Telegraph. — " Nothing can exceed the graceful purity, 
 the sympathetic and reverent tenderness, with which ' this lovely 
 lotus-blossom ' is unfolded by its faithful admirer'' 
 
 Globe. — " The story is told with a truly Oriental wealth of 
 imagery, and is no less vivid in its landscape than subtle in its 
 philosophy" 
 
 Morning Advertiser. — "Every poem in the present collection 
 will amply sustain Sir Edwin Arnold's reputation as a writer of 
 English verse of undoubted originality, versatility, and power" 
 
 Scotsman. — " Translations and original poems alike give 
 proof of a scholarly and cultured taste, and of grace and dignity 
 of diction; and not seldom of a fine combination of vigour of 
 phrase with delicacy of thought." 
 
 Illustrated London News. — "He has drawn upon the 
 treasures of Sanskrit, Greek, Latin, French, and German, for 
 his varied and interesting collection; and his touch is that not 
 only of a cunning hand, but of one who feels that respect is due 
 to what he touches!' 
 
 The Whitehall Review. — " The poem is a great, almost u. 
 priceless, contribution to religion, to poetry, and to thought!' 
 
 Literary World. — "// can hardly fail to meet with a cordial 
 welcome from those readers who never tire of the humbler 
 poetry which sings of love, and loss, and longing— themes as old 
 as life itself, but which never lose their freshness and their charm. 
 A collection of poems like this, in which are gathered together the 
 gleanings and the memories of many years, is to a sympathetic 
 reader almost like an hour of talk face to face; we expect a book 
 and we find a man." 
 
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 INDIAN IDYLLS. 
 
 {From the Sanskrit of the Mahdbhdrata.) 
 By Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., &c &c. 
 
 CONTENTS 
 SAVITRl; OR, LOVE AND DEATH. 
 NALA AND DAMAYANTl. 
 THE ENCHANTED LAKE. 
 THE SAINT'S TEMPTATION 
 THE BIRTH OF DEATH. 
 THE NIGHT OF SLAUGHTER. 
 THE GREAT JOURNEY. 
 THE ENTRY INTO HEAVEN. 
 
 EXTRACT PROM PREFACE. 
 
 ' ' The present volume contains (besides the two Parvas from my 
 'Indian Poetry') such translations as I have from time to time made 
 out of this prodigious epic (the Mahibharata), vfhich is sevenfold greater 
 in bulk than the Iliad and Odyssey taken together. The stories here 
 extracted are new to English literature, with the exception of a few passages 
 of the ' S4vitrl' and the ' Nala and Damayantl,' which was long ago most 
 faithfully rendered by Dean Milman, the version being published side by 
 side with a clear and excellent Sanskrit text edited by Professor Monier 
 Williams, CLE. But that presentation of the beautiful and brilliant 
 legend, with all its conspicuous merits, seems better adapted to aid the 
 student than adequately to reproduce the swift march of narrative and 
 old-world charm of the Indian tale, which I also have therefore Ventured 
 to transcribe, with all deference and gratitude to my predecessors." 
 14 
 
Sfr ]E&wfn Hrnol&'s "5n&fan 5&sUs." 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Daily Telegraph. — "Noiady who reads the heart-stirring 
 epics put into magnificent rhythm which are contained in this 
 book can ever again affect to despise the people whose genius 
 established such an imperishable monument." 
 
 Daily News. — "From these mighty poems the author well 
 describes these Indian epics, compared with which Homer is a 
 modern ; he has translated some beautiful and touching episodic 
 legends, and readers of ' Sdvitri; or, Love and Death' and of 
 ^ Nala and Damayanti^ for example, will feel grateful to him 
 for having revealed to the somewhat jaded sensibilities of our 
 poets of to-day such u mine of inexhaustible spiritual fertility, 
 and such treasures of emotional tenderness and imaginative 
 freshness and simj>licity." 
 
 Globe. — "All the idylls are marked by the grace of diction 
 and tenderness of tone -which are among Sir Edwin Arnold's 
 leading characteristics, while it needs scarcely to be said that 
 the style is pure and elevated throughout. The imagery, too, 
 is full offeree and fire." 
 
 Fortnightly Review. — "In his recently published, volume of 
 ''Indian Idylls^ Sir Edwin Arnold continues his task of interpret- 
 ing to English readers the tender thoughts and graceful imagery 
 of the East. The volume consists of eight graphic pieces from the 
 ' Mahdbhdrata,' one of the two colossal and unparalleled epic 
 poems of India, which were not known to Eicrope even by name 
 till Sir William Jones announced their existence" 
 
 St. James's Gazette. — ^^ Sir Edwin Arnold has eaten of the 
 lotus-fruit of Eastern song, and finds it hard to leave it. And 
 of this we are far from complaining, seeing that this taste oj 
 his has enabled many of us to travel into ^realms of gold' 
 which we could hardly enter without some such skilful guide." 
 
 New York Times. — "The 'Indian Idylls' partake of the 
 same character as his previous works, ' The Light of Asia! 
 ' Pearls of the Faith,' and others, being deeply imbued with the 
 spirit of Oriental poetry, and having the power of rendering 
 that "spirit in English language with a verisimilitude and force 
 which cannot fail to convince the 7-eader of the truth of its 
 colouring." 
 
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 Crown 8vo, pp. xiv. and 320, with green borders, 
 cloth, price 6s. 
 
 PEARLS OF THE FAITH; 
 
 Or, ISLAM'S ROSARY. 
 
 Being the Ninety-nine Beautiful Names of Allah 
 (Asm4-el-'Husnd.). 
 
 With Comments in Verse from various Oriental Sources. 
 As made by an Indian Mussulman. 
 
 By Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., &c. &c. 
 
 Allah. 
 
 Ar-Rahmftn. 
 Ar-Raheein. 
 Al-Maiik. 
 Al-Kuddfls. 
 As-Saiam. 
 Al-Maumin. 
 Al-Muhaimin. 
 Al-Hathim.' 
 Al-Jabbftr. 
 Al-Mutakabbir. 
 Al-Khalik. 
 Al-Bari. 
 Al-Muzawwir. 
 Al-Ghaffar. 
 Ai-Kahhar. 
 Al-Wahhlb. 
 Ar-Razzik, 
 Al-Fati'h. 
 Al-'Alim. 
 Al-Kabiz. 
 Al-Basit. 
 Al-Khafiz. 
 Ar-Rafi. 
 Al-Muhizz. 
 Al-MuzUl. 
 As-Saml'h. 
 Al-Bazlr. 
 Al- Hakim. 
 AI-Hadil. 
 Al-Latlf. 
 Al-Khabtr. 
 Al-Haitm. 
 Al-'Aziz. 
 16 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Al-Ghafir. 
 
 Ash-Shakir. 
 
 Al-'Alee. 
 
 Al-Kabir. 
 
 Al-Hafiz. 
 
 Al-Muk!t. 
 
 Al-Haslb. 
 
 Al-Jamll. 
 
 Al-Karlm. 
 
 Ar-Raklb. 
 
 Al-Mujlb. 
 
 Al-Was'ih. 
 
 Al-Hakim al Mutlak. 
 
 Al-Wadood. 
 
 Al-Majld. 
 
 Al-Bahith. 
 
 Ash-Shahld. 
 
 Al-Hakk. 
 
 Al-WakiL 
 
 Al-Kawi. 
 
 Al-Mateen. 
 
 Al-Wall. 
 
 Al-Hamld. 
 
 Al-Mfthsi. 
 
 Al-Mubd!. 
 
 Al-Mu'htd. 
 
 Al-Mo'hyl. 
 
 Al-Mumlt. 
 
 Al-Haiy. 
 
 Al-KalyHm. 
 
 Al-Wajid. 
 
 Al-Wahid. 
 
 As-Samad. 
 
 Al-Kadar. 
 
 Al-Muktadir. 
 
 Al-Mukaddim. 
 
 Al-Mflakhkhir. 
 
 Al-Awwal. 
 
 Al-lkhir. 
 
 Ath-Thahir. 
 
 Al-Batin. 
 
 Al-Waii. 
 
 Al-Mutahaii. 
 
 AI-Barr. 
 
 Al-Tawwab. 
 
 Al-Muntakim. 
 
 Al-Ghafoor. 
 
 Al-Raw(if. 
 
 Maiik-ul-Mulki. 
 
 Dhu'l jaiai wa Ikram. 
 
 Al-Muksit. 
 
 Al-Jami 'h. 
 
 Al-Ghani. 
 
 Al-Mughtil. 
 
 Al-Mu'hti. 
 
 Al-Mani'h. 
 
 An-Nafi'h. 
 
 Az-Zarr. 
 
 An-Noor. 
 
 Al-Hadl. 
 
 Al-Azali. 
 
 Al-Bakt. 
 
 Al-Warith. 
 
 Ar-Rasohld. 
 
 Az-Zaboor. 
 
 Notes. 
 
Siv lEbwin Hrnol5's "Xotus an& Jewel." 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Daily Telegraph. — " Steepediji the lore and penetrated with 
 the love of India, Sir Edwin Arnold has accomplished that 
 which few other men would venture to attempt. He has brought 
 to English ears and English hearts the strange and wonderful 
 meanings of the Vedas and the Puranas, blending the mystery 
 of Hinduism with the clear and noble sweetness of English 
 verse." 
 
 Dai LY N ews. — " If Sir Edwin Arnold owes his inspiration as 
 a poet to Indian air, where his imagination loves to dwell, and 
 his fancy seems radiant with all the light and colour and redolent 
 of all the perfumes of the East, he has in these pages shown that 
 a poet is a poet all the world over, wherever the still sad music 
 of humanity is heardP 
 
 Pall Mall Gazette. — "Fully maintains Sir Edwin Arnold's 
 reputation. It contains three principal poems, of which the first 
 in order, 'In an Indian Temple,' seems to us the best. The second, 
 'A Casket of Gems,' is full of delicate and graceful fancy, its 
 diction is rich even to gorgeousness, while passages showing 
 depth of feeling occur again and again. The third, '■A Queetis 
 Revenge,' is a translation from the Sanskrit of the Mahdbhdrata. 
 Powerful certainly it is, and it casts, as the author remarks, a 
 curious light on ' ancient Indian life and manners' " 
 
 Echo. — "Sir Edwin Arnold is always very pleasant read- 
 ing. He takes us out of our surroundings, and puts us down 
 in an entirely different country" 
 
 Whitehall Review. — "Sir Edwi7t Arnold is a poet, a scholar, 
 and a student; he knows what he is writing about, and he 
 writes beautifully. . . . He has brought many precious Eastern 
 things to our m.arket, and so we are very grateful to him." 
 
 Academy. — " The book is full of charm." 
 
 Bristol Mercury. — "Every one who loves poetry should get 
 this collection, and we shall be surprised if they do not say, when 
 they have read it, that the writer is a true poet." 
 
 Scotsman. — "Style and rhythm are, as in all this author's 
 poems, rich and melodious, the imagery is beautiful and appro- 
 priate, and the thoughts warm and noble." 
 
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 A 2 9 
 
Sir E6wln Hrnol&'s iPoetfcal Mor?5S. 
 
 Crown 8vo, pp. xiv. and 173, cloth, price 5s. 
 
 THE SONG CELESTIAL; 
 
 Or, bhagavad-gita. 
 
 (From the Mahdbhdrata.) 
 
 Being a Discourse between Arjuna, Prince of India, and the 
 Supreme Being, under the form of Krishna. 
 
 Translated from the Sanskrit. 
 By Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., &c. &c. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 The Distress of Arjuna. 
 The Book of Doctrines. 
 Virtue in Work. 
 The Religion of Knowledge. 
 Religion of Renouncing Works. 
 Religion by Self- Restraint. 
 Religion by Discernment. 
 Religion by Service of the Supreme. 
 
 Religion by the Kingly Knowledge and the Kindly Mystery. 
 Religion by the Heavenly Perfections. 
 The Manifesting of the One and Manifold. 
 Religion of ^aith. 
 Religion by Separation of Matter and Spirit. 
 Religion by Separation from the Qualities. 
 Religion by Attaining the Supreme. 
 The Separateness of the Divine and Undivine. 
 Religion by the Threefold Faith. 
 Religion by Deliverance and Renunciation. 
 
Sir jiE6wfn Hrnolb'B "Song Celestial." 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Times of India. — "Sir Edwin Arnold has, in fact, •presented 
 us with a new ^oem of beautiful diction and splendid rhythm, as 
 indeed might have been expected from such a 7naster of the 
 intricacies of versification." 
 
 Morning Post. — " Sir Edwin Arnold has once more enriched 
 our literature with a treasure drawn from the mine of Indian 
 lore. . . If ' The Song Celestial ' offers less narrative interest 
 than other works previously translated by Sir Edwin Arnold, it 
 excels them in elevation of tone, the effect of which is rendered 
 still more complete by the author's power and grace of diction!' 
 
 Literary World. — " Sir Edwin Arnold merits our warmest 
 thanks for his scholarly and highly poetic rendering of this 
 famous poem!' 
 
 Liverpool Mercury. — " 0«« feels the better for a book like 
 this which Sir Edwin Arnold has given us. That fulness of 
 thought and simplicity of presentment which everywhere distin- 
 guishes Eastern literature is nowhere more conspicuous than in 
 this admirable translation. The blank verse is strong and yet 
 pliable, easy to read and very musical, clear and yet strenuous!' 
 
 Leeds Mercury. — "Sir Edwin Arnold has again achieved 
 a notable success in a difficult task . . . he has given us a most 
 readable and attractive metrical translation of the loftiest and 
 purest of the episodes of the huge Mahdbhdrata." 
 
 Sheffield Independent. — "In Sir Edwin Arnold's trans- 
 lations these exquisite melodies captivate the English ear, and 
 lead one to wonder what they must be like in the Sanskrit text!' 
 
 Christian World. — "Far surpasses its predecessors in poetic 
 grace and attractiveness!' 
 
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 Crown 8vo, pp. viii. and 406, doth, price 6s. 
 
 THE SECRET OF DEATH. 
 
 (From the Sanskrit^ 
 
 WITH SOME COLLECTED POEMS. 
 
 By Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I. E., C.S.I. , &c. &c. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Introduction. 
 The Secret of Death. 
 Hero and Leander. 
 The Epic of the Lion. 
 Nencia. 
 
 The Rajpoot Wife. 
 The Caliph's Daughter, 
 The Stratford Pilgrims. 
 Vernier. 
 King Saladin. 
 The Rajah's Ride. 
 A Bihari Mill-Song. 
 Hindoo Funeral Song. 
 Song of the Serpent-Charniers. 
 Song of the Flour-Mill. 
 "Students' Day" in the National 
 
 Gallery. 
 The Knight's Tomb at Swanscombe 
 
 Church. 
 Adelaide Anne Procter. 
 The Three Roses. 
 Alia Mano Delia Mia Donna. 
 The Hymn of the Priestess of 
 
 Diana. 
 To a Sleeping Lady. 
 To Stella.' 
 Lines Inscribed on a Skull picked 
 
 up on the Acropolis at Athens. 
 Dedication of a Poem from the 
 
 Sanscrit. 
 The New Lucian. 
 On the Death of the Princess Alice. 
 Facies Non Omnibus Una. 
 
 Armageddon. 
 
 The Four Crowns. 
 
 Havelock in Trafalgar Square. 
 
 Oxford Revisited, 
 
 A Duet. 
 
 The Altar of Pity, 
 
 The Cholera in Italy. 
 
 Rest. 
 
 The First Distribution of the Victoria 
 
 Cross. 
 TheWreckof the "Northern Belle," 
 A Home Song. 
 Fond Fancies, 
 The Landing of the Princess of 
 
 Wales. 
 To F. C. H. 
 He and She. 
 
 On a Dead Lady (from ike Italian). 
 The Three Students. 
 
 erenade. 
 Lydia (from Horace). 
 Dante and liis Verses. 
 The Lost Pleiad. 
 Amadis of Gaul to Don Quixote de 
 
 la Mancha. 
 The Shadow of the Cross. 
 Christ Blessing Little Children. 
 On a Cyclamen, Plucked at Cana of 
 
 Galilee. 
 A Discourse of Buddha. 
 The Twelve Months. 
 A Dedication. 
 Translation from the Greek. 
 
Sir Ebwin Srnol&'s "ipearls of tbe jfaftb." 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Times. — "Sir Edwin Arnold has succeeded in -producing a 
 delightful collection of Oriental stories in verse!' 
 
 Illustrated London News (G. A. Sala). — " T am reading 
 Sir Edwin Arnold's book with intense delight, for the sake of 
 its majesty and eloquence, its wealth and beauty of imagery, arid 
 its sweet and harmonious numbers" 
 
 Daily Telegraph. — "/i? will take its place in contemporary 
 literature as of the highest class." 
 
 Standard. — "Sir Edwin Arnold has caught the spirit of the 
 Eastern original, so childlike and yet so sage, so simple yet so 
 profound, so tender in feeling yet so strong in sense." 
 
 Daily News. — " In the present poem he sets to musical words 
 the rosary of an Indian Mussulman, and really displays an 
 astonishing wealth and variety of mystical and devotional 
 imagery and allegory, not without a keen perception of the finer 
 and larger human feeling and instinct which has given to the 
 faith of the Moslem its fascittation, and is, perhaps, the secret 
 of its power." 
 
 Daily Chronicle. — " The subject is invested with fascinating 
 beauty by the wealth of Oriental illustrations displayed." 
 
 Scotsman. — "Sir Edwin Arnold brings to the performance 
 of his task peculiar qualifications — great poetic gifts, broad 
 sympathies, and extensive knowledge of Oriental tongues, ideas, 
 and methods of thought" 
 
 Society. — " There is such a delightful imagery and rhyth- 
 mical cadence in every line that it positively thrills one with a 
 feelins; of abounding pleasure. The air of pure devotion, the 
 unsurpassable power of description, the inimitable eloquence and 
 wonderful grace, displayed with a lavish profusion, render this 
 work almost peerless'' 
 
 Vanity Fair. — " We cordially recommend this book to those 
 who know the world of Islam and to those who do not. The 
 former will be pleased to see in an English dress that which 
 they have admired in its Eastern garb ; the latter will be sur- 
 prised to find how much the Mohammedan traditions resemble 
 those which they have been accustomed to revere both in tlie Old 
 Testament and the New, and to admire in some of the more 
 solemn portions of the ^Arabian Nights!" 
 
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Sir 3E&win Hrnolb's ipoetical Morfts. 
 
 Post 8vo, pp. viii. and 270, cloth, price 7s. 6d. 
 
 INDIAN POETRY: 
 
 Containing "The Indian Song of Songs," 
 
 From the Sanskrit of the " Gita Govinda " ofjayadeva; Two 
 
 Books from " The Iliad of India" {Mahdbhdrata), '^Proverbial 
 
 Wisdom" from the Shlokas of the Hitopadesa, 
 
 and other Oriental Poems. 
 
 By Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., &c. &c. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 The Indian Song of Songs — 
 Introduction. 
 Hymn to Vishnu. 
 
 Sarga the First — The Sports of Krishna. 
 Sarga the Second — The Penitence of Krishna. 
 Sarga the Third — Krishna Troubled. 
 Sarga the Fourth — Krishna cheered. 
 Sarga the Fifth — The Longings of Krishna. 
 Sarga the Sixth — Krishna made bolder. 
 Sarga the Seventh — Krishna supposed False. 
 Sarga the Eighth— The Rebuking of Krishna. 
 Sarga the Ninth — The End of Krishna's Trial. 
 Sarga the Tenth — Krishna in Paradise. 
 Sarga the Eleventh — The Union of Radha and Krishna. 
 
 Miscellaneous Oriental Poems — 
 The Rajpoot Wife. 
 King Saladin. 
 The Caliph's Draught. 
 Hindoo Funeral Song. 
 Song of the Serpent Charmers. 
 Song of the Flour-Mill. 
 Taza ba Taza. 
 The Mussulman Paradise. 
 Dedication of a Poem from the Sanskrit. 
 The Rajah's Ride. 
 
 Two Books from the "Iliad of India." 
 The Great Journey. 
 The Entry into Heaven. 
 
 The Night of Slaughter. 
 
 The Morning Prayer. 
 
 Proverbial Wisdom from the Shlokas of tiie Hitopadesa. 
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Sir E&wfn BrnolO's "Jn&ian poetcg." 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 Times. — "In this new volume Sir Edwin Arnold does good 
 set vice by illustrating, through the medium of his musical 
 English melodies, the power of Indian poetry to stir European 
 emotions. ' The Indian Song of Songs ' is not unknown to 
 scholars. Sir Edwin Arnold will have introduced it among 
 popular English poems." 
 
 Morning Post. — ^" Complete mastery of the English language, 
 combined with genuine poetic fervour, has enabled the translator 
 of'' The Indian Song of Songs'' to spread before his readers a 
 feast of dulcet sounds and lyrical language. Music seems to flow 
 from, his pen as naturally as rain from the cloud or song from 
 the throat of the thrush." 
 
 Standard. — " The poem abounds with imagery of Eastern 
 luxuriousness and sensuousness j the air seems laden with the: 
 spicy odours of the tropics, and the verse has a richness and a 
 melody sufficient to captivate the senses of the dullest" 
 
 Scotsman. — " Sir Edwin Arnold has translated into English 
 verse, from the original Sanskrit, the ' Gita Govinda, or Song of 
 Govind^ a sort of Indian parallel to the Hebrew song so called 
 of Solomon. . . . Sir Edwin Arnold exhibits himself a m.aster of 
 the accomplishment of verse. . . . The volume furnishes an hout's 
 very agreeable and refined poetical reading" 
 
 Academy. — "// has been reserved to Sir Edwin Arnold to 
 give us such a version as can convey to the European reader an 
 adequate idea of the beauty ofjayadevds verse. It is the best 
 yet published, and is not likely to be soon surpassed" 
 
 London Quarterly Review. — " Sir Edwin Arnold has be^ 
 stowed his unquestionable poetic talents on a very worthy object 
 in translating the Sanskrit idyll, ' Gita Govind,' into English 
 verse. . . . ^ The Indian Song of Songs' is distinctly a new pos-r 
 session for the lovers of English exotic poetry" 
 
 Overland Mail. — " The translator, while producing a very 
 enjoyable poem, has adhered with tolerable fidelity to the original 
 text:' 
 
 The Englishman (Calcutta).^ — "In Sir Edwin Arnold this 
 beautiful composition has found at once an elegant translator. 
 He has contrived to present the '■ Song of Songs' in a dress, while 
 it preserves the spirit of the original, that can hardly fail to 
 fascinate the English reader. It has none of the stiffness of a 
 translation, and no more of strangeness than necessarily belongs 
 to Oriental metaphor and imagery" 
 
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 THE LIGHT OF ASIA; 
 
 Or, the great renunciation. 
 
 {Mahabkinishkramana.) 
 
 Being the Life and Teaching of Gautama, Prince of India, and 
 
 Founder of Buddhism. 
 
 (As told in Verse by an Indian Buddhist.) 
 
 By Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., &c. &c. 
 
 An Illustrated Edition is also published, 
 
 Small 4to cloth, price 21s. 
 
 EXTRACT FROM PREFACE. 
 
 " In the following poem I have sought, by the medium of an imaginary 
 Buddhist votary, to depict the life and character and indicate the philosophy 
 of that noble hero and reformer, Prince Gautama of India, the founder of 
 Buddhism. 
 
 " A generation ago little or nothing was known in Europe of this great 
 faith of Asia, which had nevertheless existed during twenty-four centuries, 
 and at this day surpasses, in the number of its followers and the area of 
 its prevalence, any other form of creed. Four hundred and seventy millions 
 of our race live and die in the tenets of Gautama ; and the spiritual domi- 
 nions of this ancient teacher extend, at the present time, from Nepaul'and 
 Ceylon, over the whole Eastern Peninsula, to China, Japan, Thibet, Cen- 
 tral Asia, Siberia, and even Swedish Lapland. India itself might fairly be 
 included in this magnificent Empire of Belief ; for though the profession of 
 Buddhism has for the most part passed away from the land of its birth, 
 the mark of Gautama's subUme teaching is stamped ineffaceably upon 
 modem Brahmanism, and the most characteristic habits and convictions of 
 the Hindus are clearly due to the benign influence of Buddha's precepts. 
 More than a third of mankind, therefore, owe their moral and religious 
 ideas to this illustrious prince ; whose personality, though imperfectly re- 
 vealed in the existing sources of information, cannot but appear the highest, 
 gentlest, holiest, and most beneficent, with one exception, in the history of 
 thought. . . . "To Gautama has consequently been granted this stupendous 
 conquest of humanity ; and — though he discountenanced ritual, and de- 
 clared himself, even when on the threshold of Nirvana, to be only what 
 all other men might become — the love and gratitude of Asia, disobeying 
 his mandate, have given him fervent worship. Forests of flowers are daily 
 laid upon his stainless shrines, and countless millions of lips daily repeat 
 the formula, ' I take refuge in Buddha ! ' 
 
 "The Buddha of this poem— if, as need not be doubted, he really existed 
 — was born on the borders of Nepaul about 620 B.C., and died about 
 543 B.C. at Kusinagara in Oudh. In point of age, therefore, most other 
 creeds are youthful compared with this venerable religion, which has in it 
 the eternity of a universal hope, the immortality of a boundless love, an 
 indestructible element of faith in final good, and the proudest assertion ever 
 made of human freedom. . . . My pilrpose has been attained if any just 
 conception be here conveyed of the lofty character of this noble prince, and 
 of the general purport of his doctrines." 
 
Str je&win Hrnol6's "Xigbt of Hsia." 
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 
 
 International Review (Oliver Wendell Holmes). — "// ts 
 a work of great beauty. It tells a story of intense interest, which 
 never flags for a moment; its descriptions are drawn by the 
 hand of a master with the eye of a poet and the familiarity of 
 an expert with the objects described; its tone is so lofty that 
 there is nothing' with which to compare it but the New Testa- 
 ment; it is full of variety, now picturesque, now pathetic, 
 now rising into the noblest realms of thought and aspiration; 
 it finds language penetrating, fluent, elevated, impassioned, musi' 
 cal always, to clothe its varied thoughts and sentiments." 
 
 Morning Post. — " Sir Edwin Arnold, one of the most musical 
 and thoughtful of modern writers of veise, has given to the 
 world in ' The Light of Asia' a poem which is for many 7-easons 
 remarkable. . . . Not the least of his merits is that he writes 
 such pure and delicious English. . . . ^ The Light of Asia' is a 
 noble and worthy poem.!' 
 
 Spectator. — Perhaps the only poetic account in a European 
 tongue of an Asiatic faith which is at all adequate, and which 
 seems destined to bring its author a singular fate. It is being 
 translated into Asiatic tongues ; and it is quite possible that 
 two hundred years hence Sir Edwin Arnold, half forgotten at 
 home, except by students, may amongst the innumerable peoples 
 who profess Buddhism be regarded as a psalmist." 
 
 Bookseller. — " The subtle melody of Sir Edwin Arnolds 
 verse, apart from the absorbing interest of his theme, is 7nore 
 than sufficient to account for the sustained favour with which 
 his wonderful poem is regarded." 
 
 Calcutta Englishman. — "/« Sir Edwin Arnold, Indian 
 poetry and Indian thought have at length found a worthy Eng- 
 lish exponent. He brings to his work the facility of a ready pen, a 
 thorough knowledge of his subject, a great sympathy for the people 
 of this country, and a command of public attention at home" 
 
 THE ILLUSTRATED EDITION. 
 
 Times. — '■'■The volume differs agreeably from most modern 
 editions de luxe in being of a portcible size!' 
 
 Athen/eum. — "Our notice of the illustrated edition of the 
 ''Light of Asia' may be confined to the neat and careful wood- 
 cuts which illustrate the text — almost all Buddhist sculptures 
 selected to suit tfiepoem, some of them being 2000 years old, and 
 representing scenes in the life of Gautama Buddha, the founder 
 of Buddhism, and hero of Sir Edwin Arnold's verse" 
 
 Saturday Review/. — " Admirers of Sir Edwin Arnolds suave 
 and m.elodious verse will welcome the illustrated ed.\l\oT\ de luxe 
 of the ^ Light of Asia,' which is handsome in paper and print, 
 and of convenient bulk!' 
 
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Sir Eftwln Hrnolb's ©dental ipoetrs. 
 
 UNIFORM EDITION. 
 
 The following Eight Volumes may be had, uniform in size 
 and binding, price £z, 8s. Sold only in Sets. 
 
 THE LIGHT OF ASIA; 
 
 Or, the great renunciation. 
 
 INDIAN POETRY: 
 
 the INDIAN SONG OF SONGS, &c. 
 
 PEARLS OF THE FAITH; 
 
 Or, ISLAM'S ROSARY. 
 
 INDIAN IDYLLS. 
 
 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 THE SECRET OF DEATH. 
 
 FROM THE SANSKRIT. 
 
 THE SONG CELESTIAL; 
 
 Or, BHAGAVAD-GITA. From the Sanskrit. 
 
 LOTUS AND JEWEL. 
 
 With Translations from the Sanskrit. 
 
 WITH SA'DI IN THE GARDEN; 
 
 Or, THE BOOK OF LOVE. 
 
 For description of the separate volumes, see previous pages. 
 
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3BS tbe same Hutbor. 
 
 Crown 8vo, pp. 324, cloth, price 7s. 6d. 
 
 INDIA REVISITED. 
 
 BY 
 
 Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., CS.I., &c. &c. 
 
 With Thirty-two Full-Page Illustrations, from Photographs 
 selected by the Author. 
 
 "// is beyond all comparison the very best description of 
 India, as it looks to the intelligent European traveller, that ever 
 •was written. Numbers of us have seen India as Sir Edwin 
 Arnold saw it; but only a man of genius could have thrown 
 his impressions upon paper in the way that he has done. No 
 one, whether he knows the country or does not know it, will rise 
 from the perusal of the volume without a quickened sense of 
 the vast responsibilities which we have undertaken in India, 
 and a quickened aj^ection for the Indian people" — The Right 
 Hon. Sir M. E. Grant-Duff, ex-Governor of Madras, in the 
 •" Contemporary Review." 
 
 Spectator. — "No one who takes it up will lay it down 
 unfinished, and no one will lay it down without knowing that 
 he has obtained something he never possessed before, that he has 
 solidly benefited in some way which even to himself he can 
 hardly explain. . . . The reader has seen India, or part of it, as 
 if he had been there himself" 
 
 Morning Post. — " The most graphic account of the peoples, 
 ideas, and aspects of contemporary India which has hitherto been 
 produced." 
 
 Athen/eum. — " A series of glowing word-pictures. The illus- 
 trations, copied seemingly from photographs, are numerous and 
 well-chosen, especially the architectural views." 
 
 Birmingham Daily Post. — " We know of no book of so unpre- 
 tending a nature which imparts so m.uch valuable information 
 on India." 
 
 Manchester Examiner. — " We cannot help unconsciously 
 identifying ourselves, until we almost believe that we are 
 indeed hearing and seeing the things of which we are reading" 
 
 Scotsman. — " Written in a charming style. . . . Scenes and 
 characters are brought before the mind with a wondrous reality." 
 
 Asiatic Quarterly Review. — " The perusal of Sir Edwin 
 Arnold' s pages is an intellectual and humanising treat.'^ 
 
 Indian Daily News (Calcutta). — "Those of us who have had 
 experience of Indian life can follow him, and live our lives 
 again in his pages." 
 
 Times of India. — ■" A charming book." 
 
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 DEATH-AND AFTERWARDS. 
 
 BY 
 
 Sir EDWIN ARNOLD, M.A., K.C.I.E., C.S.I., &c. &c., 
 
 Author of "The Light of Asia," &c. 
 
 Reprinted, with Supplementary Comments, from the 
 Fortnightly Review. 
 
 Morning Post. — "Its views are novel, and often consoling, 
 and the manner in which they are expressed has the refined 
 grace of all which proceeds from Sir Edwin Arnold's pen." 
 
 Globe. — " There is much matter for reflection in these thought- 
 fulpages.'' 
 
 Echo. — " Profoundly interesting." 
 
 Westminster Review. — "Has no doubt been read with plea- 
 sure by manyP 
 
 Manchester Guardian. — "A notable essay on the problem of 
 immortality. . . . Sir Edwin Arnold's booklet is likely to attract 
 attention" 
 
 Bristol Mercury. — " There are, undoubtedly, matiy original 
 and quaint ideas set forth in the book." 
 
 Aberdeen Daily Free Press. — " This subtle and suggestive 
 essay on the immortality of the soul, by one of the most cultured 
 of living poets . . . is inspired by a pure and emphatic faith, 
 based on thorough scholarship and poetic insights 
 
 British Weekly. — "Sir Edwin Arnold has been wisely 
 advised in reprinting from the Fortnightly Review his article, 
 'Death — and Afterwards! It effectually breaks windows 
 through the prison walls which materialism and unbelief build 
 around us, and suffers us to breathe an ampler air. Nothing 
 could surpass these few pages in felicity of statement or in 
 persuasiveness" 
 
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