28. 
And he was troubled at a charm withdrawn
Thus suddenly; that sceptres ruled no more—­
That even from gold the dreadful strength was gone, 1965
Which once made all things subject to its power—­
Such wonder seized him, as if hour by hour
The past had come again; and the swift fall
Of one so great and terrible of yore,
To desolateness, in the hearts of all 1970
Like wonder stirred, who saw such awful change befall.

29. 
A mighty crowd, such as the wide land pours
Once in a thousand years, now gathered round
The fallen tyrant;—­like the rush of showers
Of hail in spring, pattering along the ground, 1975
Their many footsteps fell, else came no sound
From the wide multitude:  that lonely man
Then knew the burden of his change, and found,
Concealing in the dust his visage wan,
Refuge from the keen looks which through his bosom ran. 1980

30. 
And he was faint withal:  I sate beside him
Upon the earth, and took that child so fair
From his weak arms, that ill might none betide him
Or her;—­when food was brought to them, her share
To his averted lips the child did bear, 1985
But, when she saw he had enough, she ate
And wept the while;—­the lonely man’s despair
Hunger then overcame, and of his state
Forgetful, on the dust as in a trance he sate.

31. 
Slowly the silence of the multitudes 1990
Passed, as when far is heard in some lone dell
The gathering of a wind among the woods—­
‘And he is fallen!’ they cry, ’he who did dwell
Like famine or the plague, or aught more fell
Among our homes, is fallen! the murderer 1995
Who slaked his thirsting soul as from a well
Of blood and tears with ruin! he is here! 
Sunk in a gulf of scorn from which none may him rear!’

32. 
Then was heard—­’He who judged let him be brought
To judgement! blood for blood cries from the soil 2000
On which his crimes have deep pollution wrought! 
Shall Othman only unavenged despoil? 
Shall they who by the stress of grinding toil
Wrest from the unwilling earth his luxuries,
Perish for crime, while his foul blood may boil, 2005
Or creep within his veins at will?—­Arise! 
And to high justice make her chosen sacrifice!’

33. 
‘What do ye seek? what fear ye,’ then I cried,
Suddenly starting forth, ’that ye should shed
The blood of Othman?—­if your hearts are tried 2010
In the true love of freedom, cease to dread
This one poor lonely man—­beneath Heaven spread
In purest light above us all, through earth—­
Maternal earth, who doth her sweet smiles shed
For all, let him go free; until the worth 2015
Of human nature win from these a second birth.