'G.o.d gave them, let them go! But never since time began, 10 Muleykeh, peerless mare, owned master the match of you, And you are my prize, my Pearl; I laugh at men's land and gold!'

"So in the pride of his soul laughs Hoseyn--and right, I say.

Do the ten steeds run a race of glory? Outstripping all, Ever Muleykeh stands first steed at the victor's staff. 15 Who started, the owner's hope, gets shamed and named, that day.

'Silence,' or, last but one, is 'The Cuffed,' as we use to call Whom the paddock's lord thrusts forth. Right, Hoseyn, I say, to laugh!"

"Boasts he Muleykeh the Pearl?" the stranger replies: "Be sure On him I waste nor scorn nor pity, but lavish both 20 On Duhl the son of Sheyban, who withers away in heart For envy of Hoseyn's luck. Such sickness admits no cure.

A certain poet has sung, and sealed the same with an oath, 'For the vulgar--flocks and herds! The Pearl is a prize apart.'"

Lo, Duhl the son of Sheyban comes riding to Hoseyn's tent, 25 And he casts his saddle down, and enters and "Peace!" bids he.

"You are poor, I know the cause: my plenty shall mend the wrong.

'Tis said of your Pearl--the price of a hundred camels spent In her purchase were scarce ill paid; such prudence is far from me Who proffer a thousand. Speak! Long parley may last too 30 long."

Said Hoseyn, "You feed young beasts a many, of famous breed, Slit-eared, unblemished, fat, true offspring of Muzennem: There stumbles no weak-eyed she in the line as it climbs the hill.

But I love Muleykeh's face; her forefront whitens indeed Like a yellowish wave's cream-crest. Your camels--go gaze on 35 them!

Her fetlock is foam-splashed too. Myself am the richer still."

A year goes by; lo, back to the tent again rides Duhl.

"You are open-hearted, aye--moist-handed, a very prince.

Why should I speak of sale? Be the mare your simple gift!

My son is pined to death for her beauty; my wife prompts, 40 'Fool, Beg for his sake the Pearl! Be G.o.d the rewarder, since G.o.d pays debts seven for one; who squanders on Him shows thrift.'"

Said Hoseyn, "G.o.d gives each man one life, like a lamp, then gives That lamp due measure of oil; lamp lighted--hold high, wave wide Its comfort for others to share! once quench it, what help is 45 left?

The oil of your lamp is your son, I shine while Muleykeh lives.

Would I beg your son to cheer my dark if Muleykeh died?

It is life against life--what good avails to the life-bereft?"

Another year, and--hist! What craft is it Duhl designs?

He alights not at the door of the tent as he did last time, 50 But, creeping behind, he gropes his stealthy way by the trench Half-round till he finds the flap in the folding, for night combines With the robber--and such is he: Duhl, covetous up to crime, Must wring from Hoseyn's grasp the Pearl, by whatever the wrench.

"He was hunger-bitten, I heard; I tempted with half my store, 55 And a gibe was all my thanks. Is he generous like Spring dew?

Account the fault to me who chaffered with such an one!

He has killed, to feast chance comers, the creature he rode; nay, more-- For a couple of singing-girls his robe has he torn in two-- I will beg! Yet I nowise gained by the tale of my wife and 60 son.

"I swear by the Holy House, my head will I never wash Till I filch his Pearl away. Fair dealing I tried, then guile, And now I resort to force. He said we must live or die; Let him die, then--let me live! Be bold--but not too rash!

I have found me a peeping-place; breast, bury your breathing 65 while I explore for myself! Now, breathe! He deceived me not, the spy!

"As he said--there lies in peace Hoseyn--how happy! Beside Stands tethered the Pearl; thrice winds her headstall about his wrist; 'Tis therefore he sleeps so sound--the moon through the roof reveals.

And, loose on his left, stands too that other, known far and 70 wide, Buheyseh, her sister born; fleet is she yet ever missed The winning tail's fire-flash a-stream past the thunderous heels.

"No less she stands saddled and bridled, this second, in case some thief Should enter and seize and fly with the first, as I mean to do.

What then? The Pearl is the Pearl--once mount her we both 75 escape."

Through the skirt-fold in glides Duhl--so a serpent disturbs no leaf In a bush as he parts the twigs entwining a nest; clean through, He is noiselessly at his work; as he planned, he performs the rape.

He has set the tent-door wide, has buckled the girth, has clipped The headstall away from the wrist he leaves thrice bound as 80 before, He springs on the Pearl, is launched on the desert like bolt from bow.

Up starts our plundered man; from his breast though the heart be ripped, Yet his mind has the mastery. Behold, in a minute more, He is out and off and away on Buheyseh, whose worth we know!

And Hoseyn--his blood turns flame, he has learned long since 85 to ride, And Buheyseh does her part--they gain--they are gaining fast On the fugitive pair, and Duhl has Ed-Darraj to cross and quit, And to reach the ridge El-Saban--no safety till that be spied!

And Buheyseh is, bound by bound, but a horse-length off at last, For the Pearl has missed the tap of the heel, the touch of 90 the bit.

She shortens her stride, she chafes at her rider the strange and queer: Buheyseh is mad with hope--beat sister she shall and must, Though Duhl, of the hand and heel so clumsy, she has to thank.

She is near now, nose by tail--they are neck by croup--joy! fear!

What folly makes Hoseyn shout, "Dog Duhl, d.a.m.ned son of the 95 Dust, Touch the right ear and press with your foot my Pearl's left flank!"

And Duhl was wise at the word, and Muleykeh as prompt perceived Who was urging redoubled pace, and to hear him was to obey, And a leap indeed gave she, and evanished for evermore.

And Hoseyn looked one long last look as who, all bereaved, 100 Looks, fain to follow the dead so far as the living may; Then he turned Buheyseh's neck slow homeward, weeping sore.

And, lo, in the sunrise, still sat Hoseyn upon the ground Weeping; and neighbors came, the tribesmen of Benu-Asad In the vale of green Er-Ra.s.s, and they questioned him of his 105 grief; And he told from first to last how, serpent-like, Duhl had wound His way to the nest, and how Duhl rode like an ape, so bad!

And how Buheyseh did wonders, yet Pearl remained with the thief.

And they jeered him, one and all: "Poor Hoseyn is crazed past hope!

How else had he wrought himself his ruin, in fortune's 110 spite?

To have simply held the tongue were a task for boy or girl, And here were Muleykeh again, the eyed like an antelope, The child of his heart by day, the wife of his breast by night!"-- "And the beaten in speed!" wept Hoseyn. "You never have loved my Pearl."

WANTING IS--WHAT?

Wanting is--what?

Summer redundant, Blueness abundant, --Where is the blot?

Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same --Framework which waits for a picture to frame; 5 What of the leaf.a.ge, what of the flower?

Roses embowering with naught they embower!

Come then, complete incompletion, O comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer!

Breathe but one breath 10 Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love!

NEVER THE TIME AND THE PLACE

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together!

This path--how soft to pace!

This May--what magic weather!

Where is the loved one's face? 5 In a dream that loved one's face meets mine, But the house is narrow, the place is bleak Where, outside, rain and wind combine With a furtive ear, if I strive to speak, With a hostile eye at my flushing cheek, 10 With a malice that marks each word, each sign!

O enemy sly and serpentine, Uncoil thee from the waking man!

Do I hold the Past Thus firm and fast 15 Yet doubt if the Future hold I can?

This path so soft to pace shall lead Through the magic of May to herself indeed!

Or narrow if needs the house must be, Outside are the storms and strangers; we-- 20 Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she --I and she!

THE PATRIOT

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad; The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway, The church-spires flamed, such flags they had, A year ago on this very day. 5