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Arnold, in Our Living Poets, by Forman.

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SOHRAB AND RUSTUM

AND OTHER POEMS

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NARRATIVE POEMS

SOHRAB AND RUSTUM deg.

AN EPISODE

And the first grey of morning fill’d the east, deg. deg.1
And the fog rose out of the Oxus deg. stream. deg.2
But all the Tartar camp deg. along the stream deg.3
Was hush’d, and still the men were plunged in sleep;
Sohrab alone, he slept not; all night long 5
He had lain wakeful, tossing on his bed;
But when the grey dawn stole into his tent,
He rose, and clad himself, and girt his sword,
And took his horseman’s cloak, and left his tent,
And went abroad into the cold wet fog, 10
Through the dim camp to Peran-Wisa’s deg. tent. deg.11

Through the black Tartar tents he pass’d, which stood
Clustering like bee-hives on the low flat strand
Of Oxus, where the summer-floods o’erflow
When the sun melts the snows in high Pamere deg. deg.15
Through the black tents he pass’d, o’er that low strand,
And to a hillock came, a little back
From the stream’s brink—­the spot where first a boat,
Crossing the stream in summer, scrapes the land. 
The men of former times had crown’d the top 20
With a clay fort; but that was fall’n, and now
The Tartars built there Peran-Wisa’s tent,
A dome of laths, and o’er it felts were spread. 
And Sohrab came there, and went in, and stood
Upon the thick piled carpets in the tent, 25
And found the old man sleeping on his bed
Of rugs and felts, and near him lay his arms. 
And Peran-Wisa heard him, though the step
Was dull’d; for he slept light, an old man’s sleep;
And he rose quickly on one arm, and said:—­ 30

“Who art thou? for it is not yet clear dawn. 
Speak! is there news, or any night alarm?”