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Complete Poetical Works of Robert Southey

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by Robert Southey

For the string was frozen stiff.

  He took the quiver from his neck,

  For the arrow plumes were iced.

  Then as the chearful fire

  Revived his languid limbs,

  The adventurer asked for food.

  The Woman answered him,

  And still her speech was song,

  “The She Bear she dwells near to me,

  “And she hath cubs, one, two and three.

  “She hunts the deer and brings him here,

  “And then with her I make good cheer,

  “And she to the chase is gone

  “And she will be here anon.”

  She ceased from her work as she spake,

  And when she had answered him,

  Again her fingers twirled the thread

  And again the Woman began

  In low, sweet, tones to sing

  The unintelligible song.

  The thread she spun it gleamed like gold

  In the light of the odorous fire,

  And yet so wonderous thin,

  That save when the light shone on it

  It could not be seen by the eye.

  The youth sate watching it,

  And she beheld his wonder.

  And then again she spake to him

  And still her speech was song,

  “Now twine it round thy hands I say,

  “Now twine it round thy hands I pray,

  “My thread is small, my thread is fine,

  “But he must be

  “A stronger than thee,

  “Who can break this thread of mine!”

  And up she raised her bright blue eyes

  And sweetly she smiled on him,

  And he conceived no ill.

  And round and round his right hand,

  And round and round his left,

  He wound the thread so fine.

  And then again the Woman spake,

  And still her speech was song,

  “Now thy strength, O Stranger, strain,

  “Now then break the slender chain.”

  Thalaba strove, but the thread

  Was woven by magic hands,

  And in his cheek the flush of shame

  Arose, commixt with fear.

  She beheld and laughed at him,

  And then again she sung,

  “My thread is small, my thread is fine,

  “But he must be

  “A stronger than thee

  “Who can break this thread of mine.”

  And up she raised her bright blue eyes

  And fiercely she smiled on him,

  “I thank thee, I thank thee, Hodeirah’s Son!

  “I thank thee for doing what can’t be undone,

  “For binding thyself in the chain I have spun!”

  Then from his head she wrenched

  A lock of his raven hair,

  And cast it in the fire

  And cried aloud as it burnt,

  “Sister! Sister! hear my voice!

  “Sister! Sister! come and rejoice,

  “The web is spun,

  “The prize is won,

  “The work is done,

  “For I have made captive Hoderiah’s Son.”

  Borne in her magic car

  The Sister Sorceress came,

  Khawla, the fiercest of the Sorcerer brood.

  She gazed upon the youth,

  She bade him break the slender thread,

  She laughed aloud for scorn,

  She clapt her hands for joy.

  The She Bear from the chase came in,

  She bore the prey in her bloody mouth,

  She laid it at Maimuna’s feet,

  And she looked up with wistful eyes

  As if to ask her share.

  “There! there!” quoth Maimuna

  And pointing to the prisoner youth

  She spurned him with her foot,

  And bade her make her meal.

  But soon their mockery failed them

  And anger and shame arose,

  For the She Bear fawned on Thalaba

  And quietly licked his hand.

  The grey haired Sorceress stamped the ground

  And called a Spirit up,

  “Shall we bear the Enemy

  “To the dungeon dens below?”

  SPIRIT.

  Woe! woe! to our Empire woe!

  If ever he tread the caverns below.

  MAIMUNA.

  Shall we leave him fettered here

  With hunger and cold to die?

  SPIRIT.

  Away from thy lonely dwelling fly!

  Here I see a danger nigh

  That he should live and thou shouldst die.

  MAIMUNA.

  Whither must we bear the foe?

  SPIRIT.

  To Mohareb’s island go,

  There shalt thou secure the foe,

  There prevent thy future woe.

  Then in the Car they threw

  The fettered Thalaba,

  And took their seats, and set

  Their feet upon his neck,

  Maimuna held the reins

  And Khawla shook the scourge

  And away! away! away!

  They were no steeds of mortal race

  That drew the magic car

  With the swiftness of feet and of wings.

  The snow-dust rises behind them,

  The ice-rocks splinters fly,

  And hark! in the valley below

  The sound of their chariot wheels

  And they are far over the mountains.

  Away! away! away!

  The Demons of the air

  Shout their joy as the Sisters pass,

  The Ghosts of the Wicked that wander by night

  Flit over the magic car.

  Away! away! away!

  Over the hills and the plains

  Over the rivers and rocks,

  Over the sands of the shore;

  The waves of ocean heave

  Under the magic steeds,

  With unwet hoofs they trample the deep

  And now they reach the Island coast,

  And away to the city the Monarch’s abode.

  Open fly the city gates,

  Open fly the iron doors

  The doors of the palace court.

  Then stopt the charmed car.

  The Monarch heard the chariot wheels

  And forth he came to greet

  The Mistress whom he served.

  He knew the captive youth,

  And Thalaba beheld

  Mohareb in the robes of royalty,

  Whom erst his arm had thrust

  Down the bitumen pit.

  THALABA THE DESTROYER. BOOK IX.

  “Go up, my Sister Maimuna,

  “Go up, and read the stars!”

  Lo! on the terrace of the topmost tower

  She stands; her darkening eyes,

  Her fine face raised to heaven,

  Her white hair flowing like the silver streams

  That streak the northern night.

  They hear her coming tread,

  They lift their asking eyes,

  Her face is serious, her unwilling lips

  Slow to the tale of ill.

  “What hast thou read? what hast thou read?”

  Quoth Khawla in alarm.

  “Danger... death... judgement!” Maimuna replied.

  “Is that the language of the lights of Heaven?”

  Exclaimed the sterner Witch.

  “Creatures of Allah, they perform his will.

  “And with their lying menaces would daunt

  “Our credulous folly.... Maimuna,

  “I never liked this uncongenial lore!

  “Better befits to make the sacrifice

  “Of Divination; so shall I

  “Be mine own Oracle.

  “Command the victims thou, O King!

  “Male and female they must be,

  “Thou knowest the needful rites.

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��Meanwhile I purify the place.”

  The Sultan went; the Sorceress rose,

  And North and South and East and West

  She faced the points of Heaven,

  And ever where she turned

  She laid her hand upon the wall,

  And up she looked and smote the air,

  And down she stooped and smote the floor,

  “To Eblis and his servants

  “I consecrate the place,

  “Let none intrude but they!

  “Whatever hath the breath of life,

  “Whatever hath the sap of life,

  “Let it be blasted and die!”

  Now all is prepared;

  Mohareb returns,

  The Circle is drawn,

  The Victims have bled,

  The Youth and the Maid.

  She in the circle holds in either hand

  Clenched by the hair, a head,

  The heads of the Youth and the Maid.

  “Go out ye lights!” quoth Khawla,

  And in darkness began the spell.

  With spreading arms she whirls around

  Rapidly, rapidly

  Ever around and around;

  And loudly she calls the while

  “Eblis! Eblis!”

  Loudly, incessantly,

  Still she calls “Eblis! Eblis!”

  Giddily, giddily, still she whirls,

  Loudly, incessantly, still she calls;

  The motion is ever the same,

  Ever around and around;

  The calling is still the same

  Still it is “Eblis! Eblis!”

  And her voice is a shapeless yell,

  And dizzily rolls her brain,

  And now she is full of the Fiend.

  She stops, she rocks, she reels!

  Look! look! she appears in the darkness!

  Her flamy hairs curl up

  All living, like the Meteor’s locks of light!

  Her eyes are like the sickly Moon!

  It is her lips that move,

  Her tongue that shapes the sound,

  But whose is the Voice that proceeds?

  “Ye may hope and ye may fear,

  “The danger of his stars is near.

  “Sultan! if he perish, woe!

  “Fate has written one death-blow

  “For Mohareb and the Foe?

  “Triumph! triumph! only she

  “That knit his bonds can set him free.”

  She spake the Oracle,

  And senselessly she fell.

  They knelt in care beside her,

  Her Sister and the King.

  They sprinkled her palms with water,

  They wetted her nostrils with blood.

  She wakes as from a dream,

  She asks the uttered Voice,

  But when she heard, an anger and a grief

  Darkened her wrinkling brow.

  “Then let him live in long captivity!”

  She answered: but Mohareb’s quickened eye

  Perused her sullen countenance

  That lied not with the lips.

  A miserable man!

  What boots it, that, in central caves

  The Powers of Evil at his Baptism pledged

  The Sacrament of Hell?

  His death secures them now.

  What boots it that they gave

  Abdaldar’s guardian ring,

  When thro’ another’s life

  The blow may reach his own?

  He sought the dungeon cell

  Where Thalaba was laid.

  ’Twas the grey morning twilight, and the voice

  Of Thalaba in prayer,

  With words of hallowed import, smote

  The King’s alarmed sense.

  The grating of the heavy hinge

  Roused not the Arabian youth;

  Nor lifted he his earthward face

  At sound of coming feet.

  Nor did Mohareb with unholy voice

  Disturb the duty: silent, spirit-awed,

  Envious, heart-humbled, he beheld

  The dungeon-peace of piety

  Till Thalaba, the perfect rite performed,

  Raised his calm eye; then spake the Island-Chief.

  “Arab! my guidance thro’ the dangerous Cave,

  “Thy service overpaid,

  “An unintended friend in enmity.

  “The hand that caught thy ring

  “Received and bore me to the scene I sought.

  “Now know me grateful. I return

  “That amulet, thy only safety here.”

  Artful he spake, with show of gratitude

  Veiling the selfish deed.

  Locked in the magic chain

  The powerless hand of Thalaba

  Received again the Spell.

  Remembering then with what an ominous faith

  First he drew on the gem,

  The Youth repeats his words of augury;

  “In God’s name and the Prophet’s! be its power

  “Good, let it serve the holy! if for evil

  “God and my faith shall hallow it.

  “Blindly the wicked work

  “The righteous will of Heaven!”

  So Thalaba received again

  The written ring of gold.

  Thoughtful awhile Mohareb stood

  And eyed the captive youth.

  Then, building skilfully the sophist speech,

  Thus he began. “Brave art thou, Thalaba!

  “And wherefore are we foes!... for I would buy

  “Thy friendship at a princely price, and make thee

  “To thine own welfare wise.

  “Hear me! in Nature are two hostile Gods,

  “Makers and Masters of existing things,

  “Equal in power:... nay hear me patiently!...

  “Equal... for look around thee! the same Earth

  “Bears fruit and poison; where the Camel finds

  “His fragrant food, the horned Viper there

  “Sucks in the juice of death; the Elements

  “Now serve the use of man, and now assert

  “Dominion o’er his weakness; dost thou hear

  “The sound of merriment and nuptial song?

  “From the next house proceeds the mourner’s cry

  “Lamenting o’er the dead. Sayest thou that Sin

  “Entered the world of Allah? that the Fiend

  “Permitted for a season, prowls for prey?

  “When to thy tent the venomous serpent creeps

  “Dost thou not crush the reptile? even so,

  “Besure, had Allah crushed his Enemy,

  “But that the power was wanting. From the first,

  “Eternal as themselves their warfare is,

  “To the end it must endure. Evil and Good....

  “What are they Thalaba but words? in the strife

  “Of Angels, as of men, the weak are guilty;

  “Power must decide. The Spirits of the Dead

  “Quitting their mortal mansion, enter not,

  “As falsely ye are preached, their final seat

  “Of bliss, or bale; nor in the sepulchre

  “Sleep they the long long sleep: each joins the host

  “Of his great Leader, aiding in the war

  “Whose fate involves his own.

  “Woe to the vanquished then!

  “Woe to the sons of man who followed him!

  “They with their Leader, thro’ eternity,

  “Must howl in central fires.

  “Thou Thalaba hast chosen ill thy part,

  “If choice it may be called, where will was not,

  “Nor searching doubt, nor judgement wise to weigh.

  “Hard is the service of the Power beneath

  “Whose banners thou wert born; his discipline

  “Severe, yea cruel; and his wages, rich

  “Only in promise; who has seen the pay?

  “For us... the pleasures of the world are ours,


  “Riches and rule, the kingdoms of the Earth.

  “We met in Babylon adventurers both,

  “Each zealous for the hostile Power he served:

  “We meet again; thou feelest what thou art,

  “Thou seest what I am, the Sultan here,

  “The Lord of Life and Death.

  “Abandon him who has abandoned thee,

  “And be as I am, great among mankind!”

  The Captive did not, hasty to confute

  Break of that subtle speech,

  But when the expectant silence of the King

  Looked for his answer, then spake Thalaba.

  “And this then is thy faith! this monstrous creed!

  “This lie against the Sun and Moon and Stars

  “And Earth and Heaven! blind man who canst not see

  “How all things work the best! who wilt not know

  “That in the Manhood of the World, whate’er

  “Of folly marked its Infancy, of vice

  “Sullied its Youth, ripe Wisdom shall cast off,

  “Stablished in good, and knowing evil safe.

  “Sultan Mohareb, yes, ye have me here

  “In chains; but not forsaken, tho’ opprest:

  “Cast down, but not destroyed. Shall danger daunt,

  “Shall death dismay his soul, whose life is given

  “For God and for his brethren of mankind?

  “Alike rewarded, in that noble cause,

  “The Conquerors and the Martyrs palm above

  “Beam with one glory. Hope ye that my blood

  “Can quench the dreaded flame? and know ye not

  “That leagued against you are the Just and Wise,

  “And all Good Actions of all ages past,

  “Yea your own Crimes, and Truth, and God in Heaven!”

  “Slave!” quoth Mohareb, and his lips

  Quivered with eager wrath.

  “I have thee! thou shalt feel my power,

  “And in thy dungeon loathsomeness

  “Rot piece-meal, limb from limb!”

  And out the Tyrant rushes,

  And all impatient of the thoughts

  That cankered in his heart,

  Seeks in the giddiness of boisterous sport

  Short respite from the avenging power within.

  What Woman is she

  So wrinkled and old,

  That goes to the wood?

  She leans on her staff

  With a tottering step,

  She tells her bead-strings slow

  Thro’ fingers dulled by age.

  The wanton boys bemock her.

  The babe in arms that meets her

 

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