Matthew Arnold's Sohrab and Rustum and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 221 pages of information about Matthew Arnold's Sohrab and Rustum and Other Poems.

Matthew Arnold's Sohrab and Rustum and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 221 pages of information about Matthew Arnold's Sohrab and Rustum and Other Poems.

“Tell them, one blessed Christmas-night—­
(It was the first after I came, 30
Breathing self-murder, deg. frenzy, spite, deg.31
To rue my guilt in endless flame)—­

“I felt, as I in torment lay
’Mid the souls plagued by heavenly power,
An angel touch my arm, and say:  35
Go hence, and cool thyself an hour!

“‘Ah, whence this mercy, Lord?’ I said. The Leper recollect, deg. said he, deg.38 Who ask’d the passers-by for aid, In Joppa, deg. and thy charity. deg.40

“Then I remember’d how I went,
In Joppa, through the public street,
One morn when the sirocco spent
Its storms of dust with burning heat;

“And in the street a leper sate, 45
Shivering with fever, naked, old;
Sand raked his sores from heel to pate,
The hot wind fever’d him five-fold.

“He gazed upon me as I pass’d
And murmur’d:  Help me, or I die!—­ 50
To the poor wretch my cloak I cast,
Saw him look eased, and hurried by.

“Oh, Brandan, think what grace divine,
What blessing must full goodness shower,
When fragment of it small, like mine, 55
Hath such inestimable power!

“Well-fed, well-clothed, well-friended, I
Did that chance act of good, that one! 
Then went my way to kill and lie—­
Forgot my good as soon as done. 60

“That germ of kindness, in the womb
Of mercy caught, did not expire;
Outlives my guilt, outlives my doom,
And friends me in the pit of fire.

“Once every year, when carols wake, 65
On earth, the Christmas-night’s repose,
Arising from the sinner’s lake,
I journey to these healing snows.

“I stanch with ice my burning breast,
With silence balm my whirling brain. 70
Oh, Brandan! to this hour of rest
That Joppan leper’s ease was pain.”—­

Tears started to Saint Brandan’s eyes;
He bow’d his head, he breathed a prayer—­
Then look’d, and lo, the frosty skies! 75
The iceberg, and no Judas there!

THE FORSAKEN MERMAN deg.

Come, dear children, let us away;
Down and away below! 
Now my brothers call from the bay,
Now the great winds shoreward blow,
Now the salt tides seaward flow; 5
Now the wild white horses deg. play, deg.6
Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. 
Children dear, let us away! 
This way, this way!

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