IN Sana, O, in Sana, God, the Lord, Was very kind and merciful to me! Forth from the Desert in my rags I came, Weary and sore of foot. I saw the spires And swelling bubbles of the golden domes Rise through the trees of Sana, and my heart Grew great within me with the strength of God; And I cried out, "Now shall I right myself, - I, Adeb the despised, - for God is just!" There he who wronged my father dwelt in peace, My warlike father, who, when gray hairs crept Around his forehead, as on Lebanon The whitening snows of winter, was betrayed To the sly Imam, and his tented wealth Swept from him, 'twixt the roosting of the cock And his first crowing, - in a single night: And I, poor Adeb, sole of all my race, Smeared with my father's and my kinsmen's blood, Fled through the Desert, till one day a tribe Of hungry Bedouins found me in the sand, Half mad with famine, and they took me up, And made a slave of me, of me, a prince! All was fulfilled at last. I fled from them, In rags and sorrow. Nothing but my heart, Like a strong swimmer, bore me up against The howling sea of my adversity.
At length o'er Sana, in the act to swoop,
I stood like a young eagle on a crag. The traveler passed me with suspicious fear: I asked for nothing; I was not a thief. The lean dogs snuffed around me: my lank bones, Fed on the berries and the crusted pools, Were a scant morsel. Once a brown-skinned girl Called me a little from the common path, And gave me figs and barley in a bag. I paid her with a kiss, with nothing more, And she looked glad; for I was beautiful, And virgin as a fountain, and as cold.
I stretched her bounty, pecking like a bird Her figs and barley, till my strength returned. So when rich Sana lay beneath my eyes, My foot was as the leopard's, and my hand As heavy as the lion's brandished paw; And underneath my burnished skin the veins And stretching muscles played, at every step,
| In wondrous motion. I was very strong. I looked upon my body, as a bird That bills his feathers ere he takes to flight, I, watching over Sana. Then I prayed; And on a soft stone, wetted in the brook, Ground my long knife; and then I prayed again. God heard my voice, preparing all for me, As, softly stepping down the hills, I saw The Imam's summer-palace all ablaze In the last flash of sunset. Every fount Was spouting fire, and all the orange-trees Bore blazing coals, and from the marble walls And gilded spires and columns, strangely wrought, Glared the red light, until my eyes were pained With the fierce splendor. Till the night grew thick, I lay within the bushes, next the door, Still as a serpent, as invisible.
The guard hung round the portal. Man by man They dropped away, save one lone sentinel, And on his eyes God's finger lightly fell;
He slept half standing. Like a summer wind That threads the grove, yet never turns a leaf, I stole from shadow unto shadow forth; Crossed all the marble court-yard, swung the door, Like a soft gust, a little way ajar, - My body's narrow width, no more, and stood Beneath the cresset in the painted hall.
I marveled at the riches of my foe;
I marveled at God's ways with wicked men. Then I reached forth, and took God's waiting hand: And so he led me over mossy floors, Flowered with the silken summer of Shiraz, Straight to the Imam's chamber. At the door Stretched a brawn eunuch, blacker than my eyes: His woolly head lay like the Kaba-stone In Mecca's mosque, as silent and as huge. I stepped across it, with my pointed knife Just missing a full vein along his neck, And, pushing by the curtains, there I was, I, Adeb the despised, upon the spot That, next to heaven, I longed for most of all. I could have shouted for the joy in me. Fierce pangs and flashes of bewildering light Leaped through my brain and danced before my
So loud my heart beat, that I feared its sound Would wake the sleeper; and the bubbling blood Choked in my throat till, weaker than a child, I reeled against a column, and there hung In a blind stupor. Then I prayed again: And, sense by sense, I was made whole once more. I touched myself; I was the same; I knew Myself to be lone Adeb, young and strong, With nothing but a stride of empty air Between me and God's justice. In a sleep, Thick with the fumes of the accursed grape, Sprawled the false Imam. On his shaggy breast, Like a white lily heaving on the tide
Of some foul stream, the fairest woman slept These roving eyes have ever looked upon. Almost a child, her bosom barely showed The change beyond her girlhood. All her charms Were budding, but half opened; for I saw Not only beauty wondrous in itself, But possibility of more to be
In the full process of her blooming days. I gazed upon her, and my heart grew soft, As a parched pasture with the dew of heaven. While thus I gazed she smiled, and slowly raised The long curve of her lashes; and we looked Each upon each in wonder, not alarm, Not eye to eye, but soul to soul, we held Each other for a moment. All her life Seemed centered in the circle of her eyes. She stirred no limb; her long-drawn, equal breath Swelled out and ebbed away beneath her breast, In calm unbroken. Not a sign of fear Touched the faint color on her oval cheek, Or pinched the arches of her tender mouth. She took me for a vision, and she lay With her sleep's smile unaltered, as in doubt Whether real life had stolen into her dreams, Or dreaming stretched into her outer life. I was not graceless to a woman's eyes. The girls of Damar paused to see me pass, I walking in my rags, yet beautiful. One maiden said, "He has a prince's air!" I am a prince; the air was all my own. So thought the lily on the Imam's breast; And lightly as a summer mist, that lifts Before the morning, so she floated up, Without a sound or rustle of a robe, From her coarse pillow, and before me stood With asking eyes. The Imam never moved. A stride and blow were all my need, and they Were wholly in my power. I took her hand, I held a warning finger to my lips, And whispered in her small, expectant ear, "Adeb, the son of Akem!" She replied In a low murmur whose bewildering sound Almost lulled wakeful me to sleep, and sealed The sleeper's lids in tenfold slumber, "Prince, Lord of the Imam's life and of my heart, Take all thou seest, it is thy right, I know, But spare the Imam for thy own soul's sake!" Then I arrayed me in a robe of state, Shining with gold and jewels; and I bound In my long turban gems that might have bought The lands 'twixt Babelmandeb and Sahan. I girt about me, with a blazing belt, A scimitar o'er which the sweating smiths In far Damascus hammered for long years, Whose hilt and scabbard shot a trembling light From diamonds and rubies. And she smiled,
As piece by piece I put the treasures on, To see me look so fair, in pride she smiled.
I hung long purses at my side. I scooped, From off a table, figs and dates and rice, And bound them to my girdle in a sack. Then over all I flung a snowy cloak, And beckoned to the maiden. So she stole Forth like my shadow, past the sleeping wolf Who wronged my father, o'er the woolly head Of the swart eunuch, down the painted court, And by the sentinel who standing slept. Strongly against the portal, through my rags, My old base rags, and through the maiden's veil, I pressed my knife, —upon the wooden hilt Was "Adeb, son of Akem," carved by me In my long slavehood, -as a passing sign To wait the Imam's waking. Shadows cast From two high-sailing clouds upon the sand Passed not more noiseless than we two, as one, Glided beneath the moonlight, till I smelt The fragrance of the stables. As I slid The wide doors open, with a sudden bound Uprose the startled horses: but they stood Still as the man who in a foreign land Hears his strange language, when my Desert call, As low and plaintive as the nested dove's, Fell on their listening ears. From stall to stall, Feeling the horses with my groping hands, I crept in darkness; and at length I came Upon two sister mares whose rounded sides, Fine muzzles, and small heads, and pointed ears, And foreheads spreading 'twixt their eyelids wide, Long slender tails, thin manes, and coats of silk, Told me, that, of the hundred steeds there stalled, My hand was on the treasures. O'er and o'er I felt their bony joints, and down their legs To the cool hoofs; no blemish anywhere: These I led forth and saddled. Upon one I set the lily, gathered now for me, - My own, henceforth, forever. So we rode Across the grass, beside the stony path, Until we gained the highway that is lost, Leading from Sana, in the eastern sands: When, with a cry that both the desert-born Knew without hint from whip or goading spur, We dashed into a gallop. Far behind In sparks and smoke the dusty highway rose; And ever on the maiden's face I saw, When the moon flashed upon it, the strange smile It wore on waking. Once I kissed her mouth, When she grew weary, and her strength returned. All through the night we scoured between the hills: The moon went down behind us, and the stars Dropped after her; but long before I saw A planet blazing straight against our eyes, The road had softened, and the shadowy hills Had flattened out, and I could hear the hiss Of sand spurned backward by the flying mares. Glory to God! I was at home again! The sun rose on us; far and near I saw
Is checkered with the northern light: Town, — village, -none were on our track, But a wild plain of far extent,
And bounded by a forest black;
And, save the scarce seen battlement On distant heights of some strong hold, Against the Tartars built of old, No trace of man. . . . .
"But fast we fled, away, away, And I could neither sigh nor pray; And my cold sweat-drops fell like rain Upon the courser's bristling mane ; But, snorting still with rage and fear, He flew upon his far career; At times I almost thought, indeed, He must have slackened in his speed;
"Bring forth the horse!' the horse was But no, my bound and slender frame
In truth, he was a noble steed,
A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,
Who looked as though the speed of thought Were in his limbs; but he was wild,
Wild as the wild deer, and untaught, With spur and bridle undefiled,
"T was but a day he had been caught; And snorting, with erected mane, And struggling fiercely, but in vain, In the full foam of wrath and dread To me the desert-born was led ; They bound me on, that menial throng, Upon his back with many a thong; Then loosed him with a sudden lash, · Away! away! and on we dash! Torrents less rapid and less rash.
Away! - away! My breath was gone, I saw not where he hurried on ;
'T was scarcely yet the break of day, And on he foamed, - away! - away!- The last of human sounds which rose,
As I was darted from my foes,
Was the wild shout of savage laughter, Which on the wind came roaring after A moment from that rabble rout; With sudden wrath I wrenched my head, And snapped the cord which to the mane Had bound my neck in lieu of rein, And, writhing half my form about, Howled back my curse; but midst the tread, The thunder of my courser's speed, Perchance they did not hear nor heed:
"Away, away, my steed and I,
Upon the pinions of the wind,
All human dwellings left behind; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night
Was nothing to his angry might, And merely like a spur became : Each motion which I made to free My swoln limbs from their agony
Increased his fury and affright:
I tried my voice, 't was faint and low, But yet he swerved as from a blow; And, starting to each accent, sprang As from a sudden trumpet's clang; Meantime my cords were wet with gore, Which, oozing through my limbs, ran o'er; And in my tongue the thirst became A something fiercer far than flame.
"We neared the wild wood, -'t was so wide, I saw no bounds on either side; 'T was studded with old sturdy trees, That bent not to the roughest breeze Which howls down from Siberia's waste, And strips the forest in its haste, But these were few and far between, Set thick with shrubs more young and Luxuriant with their annual leaves, Ere strown by those autumnal eves That nip the forest's foliage dead, Discolored with a lifeless red, Which stands thereon like stiffened gore Upon the slain when battle 's o'er, And some long winter's night hath shed Its frost o'er every tombless head, So cold and stark the raven's beak May peck unpierced each frozen cheek: 'T was a wild waste of underwood, And here and there a chestnut stood, The strong oak, and the hardy pine; But far apart, and well it were, Or else a different lot were mine, The boughs gave way, and did not tear My limbs; and I found strength to bear My wounds, already scarred with cold, -
My bonds forbade to loose my hold.
We rustled through the leaves like wind, Left shrubs and trees and wolves behind; By night I heard them on the track, Their troop came hard upon our back With their long gallop, which can tire The hound's deep hate, and hunter's fire : Where'er we flew they followed on, Nor left us with the morning sun; Behind I saw them, scarce a rood,
At daybreak winding through the wood, And through the night had heard their feet Their stealing, rustling step repeat.
O, how I wished for spear or sword,
At least to die amidst the horde, And perish if it must be so
"What marvel if this worn-out trunk Beneath its woes a moment sunk? The earth gave way, the skies rolled round, I seemed to sink upon the ground; But erred, for I was fastly bound. My heart turned sick, my brain grew sore, And throbbed awhile, then beat no more; The skies spun like a mighty wheel; I saw the trees like drunkards reel, And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes, Which saw no farther; he who dies Can die no more than then I died. O'ertortured by that ghastly ride,
I felt the blackness come and go,
And strove to wake; but could not make My senses climb up from below:
I felt as on a plank at sea,
When all the waves that dash o'er thee, At the same time upheave and whelm, And hurl thee towards a desert realm. My undulating life was as
The fancied lights that flitting pass Our shut eyes in deep midnight, when Fever begins upon the brain; But soon it passed, with little pain, But a confusion worse than such : I own that I should deem it much, Dying, to feel the same again; And yet I do suppose we must Feel far more ere we turn to dust:
My heart began once more to thrill; My sight returned, though dim; alas! And thickened, as it were, with glass. Methought the dash of waves was nigh; There was a gleam too of the sky, Studded with stars; it is no dream; The wild horse swims the wilder stream! The bright, broad river's gushing tide Sweeps, winding onward, far and wide, And we are half-way, struggling o'er To yon unknown and silent shore. The waters broke my hollow trance, And with a temporary strength
My stiffened limbs were rebaptized, My courser's broad breast proudly braves, And dashes off the ascending waves, And onward we advance! We reach the slippery shore at length,
A haven I but little prized, For all behind was dark and drear, And all before was night and fear. How many hours of night or day In those suspended pangs I lay, I could not tell; I scarcely knew If this were human breath I drew.
"With glossy skin, and dripping mane, And reeling limbs, and reeking flank, The wild steed's sinewy nerves still strain Up the repelling bank.
We gain the top; a boundless plain Spreads through the shadow of the night, And onward, onward, onward, seems, Like precipices in our dreams,
To stretch beyond the sight; And here and there a speck of white, Or scattered spot of dusky green, In masses broke into the light As rose the moon upon my right. But naught distinctly seen In the dim waste would indicate The omen of a cottage gate; No twinkling taper from afar Stood like a hospitable star; Not even an ignis-fatuus rose To make him merry with my woes: That very cheat had cheered me then! Although detected, welcome still,
His new-born tameness naught availed, My limbs were bound; my force had failed, Perchance, had they been free.
With feeble efforts still I tried To rend the bonds so starkly tied, But still it was in vain ;
My limbs were only wrung the more, And soon the idle strife gave o'er,
Which but prolonged their pain; The dizzy race seemed almost done, Although no goal was nearly won; Some streaks announced the coming sun, How slow, alas! he came ! Methought that mist of dawning gray Would never dapple into day; How heavily it rolled away,
Before the eastern flame
Rose crimson, and deposed the stars, And called the radiance from their cars, And filled the earth, from his deep throne, With lonely luster, all his own.
Plain, forest, river? Man nor brute, Nor dint of hoof, nor print of foot,
Lay in the wild luxuriant soil; No sign of travel, - none of toil; The very air was mute;
And not an insect's shrill small horn, Nor matin bird's new voice, was borne From herb nor thicket. Many a werst, Panting as if his heart would burst, The weary brute still staggered on; And still we were, or seemed, alone. At length, while reeling on our way, Methought I heard a courser neigh From out yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance! - my lips were dumb.
The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide? A thousand horse, and none to ride!
With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarred by spur or rod, A thousand horse, the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on, As if our faint approach to meet ; The sight renerved my courser's feet, A moment staggering, feebly fleet, A moment, with a faint low neigh, He answered, and then fell: With gasps and glazing eyes he lay, And reeking limbs immovable,
His first and last career is done! On came the troop, they saw him stoop, They saw me strangely bound along His back with many a bloody thong : They stop, they start, they snuff the air, Gallop a moment here and there, Approach, retire, wheel round and round, Then plunging back with sudden bound, Headed by one black mighty steed, Who seemed the patriarch of his breed, Without a single speck or hair
Of white upon his shaggy hide;
They snort, they foam, neigh, swerve aside, And backward to the forest fly, By instinct, from a human eye.
They left me there to my despair, Linked to the dead and stiffening wretch, Whose lifeless limbs beneath me stretch, Relieved from that unwonted weight, From whence I could not extricate Nor him nor me, and there we lay The dying on the dead!
I little deemed another day
Would see my houseless, helpless head.
"And there from morn till twilight bound, I felt the heavy hours toil round, With just enough of life to see My last of suns go down on me.
"The sun was sinking, still I lay Chained to the chill and stiffening steed;
I thought to mingle there our clay; And my dim eyes of death had need.
No hope arose of being freed:
I cast my last looks up the sky,
And there between me and the sun
I saw the expecting raven fly,
Who scarce would wait till both should die Ere his repast begun ;
He flew, and perched, then flew once more, And each time nearer than before;
I saw his wing through twilight flit,
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