[A SHOUT WITHIN.]

MAHMUD: 
Evil, doubtless; Like all human sounds. 
Let me converse with spirits.

HASSAN: 
That shout again.

MAHMUD: 
This Jew whom thou hast summoned—­

HASSAN: 
Will be here—­

MAHMUD: 
When the omnipotent hour to which are yoked
He, I, and all things shall compel—­enough! 190
Silence those mutineers—­that drunken crew,
That crowd about the pilot in the storm. 
Ay! strike the foremost shorter by a head! 
They weary me, and I have need of rest. 
Kinks are like stars—­they rise and set, they have 195
The worship of the world, but no repose.

[EXEUNT SEVERALLY.]

CHORUS: 
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever
From creation to decay,
Like the bubbles on a river
Sparkling, bursting, borne away. 200
But they are still immortal
Who, through birth’s orient portal
And death’s dark chasm hurrying to and fro,
Clothe their unceasing flight
In the brief dust and light 205
Gathered around their chariots as they go;
New shapes they still may weave,
New gods, new laws receive,
Bright or dim are they as the robes they last
On Death’s bare ribs had cast. 210

A power from the unknown God,
A Promethean conqueror, came;
Like a triumphal path he trod
The thorns of death and shame. 
A mortal shape to him 215
Was like the vapour dim
Which the orient planet animates with light;
Hell, Sin, and Slavery came,
Like bloodhounds mild and tame,
Nor preyed, until their Lord had taken flight; 220
The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set: 
While blazoned as on Heaven’s immortal noon
The cross leads generations on.

Swift as the radiant shapes of sleep 225
From one whose dreams are Paradise
Fly, when the fond wretch wakes to weep,
And Day peers forth with her blank eyes;
So fleet, so faint, so fair,
The Powers of earth and air 230
Fled from the folding-star of Bethlehem: 
Apollo, Pan, and Love,
And even Olympian Jove
Grew weak, for killing Truth had glared on them;
Our hills and seas and streams, 235
Dispeopled of their dreams,
Their waters turned to blood, their dew to tears,
Wailed for the golden years.

[ENTER MAHMUD, HASSAN, DAOOD, AND OTHERS.]

MAHMUD: 
More gold? our ancestors bought gold with victory,
And shall I sell it for defeat?

DAOOD: 
The Janizars 240
Clamour for pay.