"When the breeze shall waft the fragrance of thy locks over the tomb of Hafiz, a thousand flowers shall spring from the earth that hides his corse."
Achilles clipped his yellow locks and threw them as a sacrifice upon the funeral pyre of Patroclus.
XVII.
"They clung to an old palm and watched; nor breath
Nor word dared utter; while the refluent flood
Left on each countenance the hue of death,
Ope'd lip and far strained eye spoke worse than death endured.
XVIII.
"But, down the flood, the dauntless boy appeared,—
Now rising—plunging—in the eddy whirled—
Mastering his course—but now a rock he neared—
And closing o'er his head, the deep, dark waters curled.
"Then Hope groaned forth her last; and drear despair
Spoke in a shriek; but ere its echo wild
Had ceased to thrill; restored to light and air—
He climbs, he gains the rock, and holds alive the child.
XIX.
"Now mark what chanced—that infant was the son
E'vn of the king of Nineveh: and placed
Before him was the youth who so had won
From death the royal heir. A captive graced
"All o'er with Nature's gifts he sparkled—brave
And panting for renown—blushing and praised
The stripling stood; and closely prest, would crave
Alone a place mid warlike men; and raised