"So trusting Your Honour will somewhat retain "True love and affection for Govt. Bullock Train, As the rabbit is drawn to the rattlesnake's power, As a horse reaches up to the manger above, From the arms of the Bride, iron-visaged and slow, And e'en as he looked on the Thing where It lay The freed mind fled back to the long-ago days - The forced march at night and the quick rush at dawn— The banjo at twilight, the burial ere morn The stench of the marshes the raw, piercing smell When the overhand stabbing-cut silenced the yell The oaths of his Irish that surged when they stood Where the black crosses hung o'er the Kuttamow flood. As a derelict ship drifts away with the tide The Captain went out on the Past from his Bride, Back, back, through the springs to the chill of the year, When he hunted the Boh from Maloon to Tsaleer. As the shape of a corpse dimmers up through deep water, In his eye lit the passionless passion of slaughter, And men who had fought with O'Neil for the life For she who had held him so long could not hold him Though a four-month Eternity should have controlled him But watched the twin Terror the head turned to head The scowling, scarred Black, and the flushed savage Red The spirit that changed from her knowing and flew to But It knew as It grinned, for he touched it unfearing, Then nodded, and kindly, as friend nods to friend, The visions departed, and Shame followed Passion:66 He took what I said in this horrible fashion? "I'll write to Harendra!" With language unsainted The Captain came back to the Bride . . . who had fainted. And this is a fiction? No. Go to Simoorie A pert little, Irish-eyed Kathleen Mavournin— And you 'll see, if her right shoulder-strap is displaced, THE SACRIFICE OF ER-HEB ER-HEB 1887 R-HEB beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the tale The story of Bisesa, Armod's child,- Taman is One and greater than us all, Curved like a stallion's croup, from dusk to dawn, This is Taman, the God of all Er-Heb, Who was before all Gods, and made all Gods, And step upon the Earth to govern men Who give him milk-dry ewes and cheat his Priests, He sent the Sickness out upon the hills And the Red Horse snuffed thrice into the wind, That night, the slow mists of the evening dropped, Unlighted of Taman to where the stream Is dammed to fill our cattle-troughs sent up Beneath the moonlight, filled with sluggish mist That night, the Red Horse grazed above the Dam, Thus came the sickness to Er-Heb, and slew That night, the slow mists of the evening dropped, That night, the Red Horse grazed beyond the Dam A stone's throw from the troughs. Men heard him feed, And those that heard him sickened where they lay. Thus came the sickness to Er-Heb, and slew Of men a score, and of the women eight, And of the children two. Because the road To Gorukh was a road of enemies, And Ao-Safai was blocked with early snow, Then said Bisesa to the Priests at dusk, When the white mist rose up breast-high, and choked The voices in the houses of the dead: "Yabosh and Kysh avail not. If the Horse "Reach the Unlighted Shrine we surely die. "Ye have forgotten of all Gods the chief, "Taman!" Here rolled the thunder through the Hill. And Yabosh shook upon his pedestal. "Ye have forgotten of all Gods the chief "Too long." And all were dumb save one, who cried On Yabosh with the Sapphire 'twixt His knees, But found no answer in the smoky roof, And, being smitten of the sickness, died Then said Bisesa: "I am near to Death, "And have the Wisdom of the Grave for gift "To bear me on the path my feet must tread. "If there be wealth on earth, then I am rich, "For Armod is the first of all Er-Heb; |