Meantime distinct they heard the passing tramp
Of horse and foot, continuous as the sound
Of Deva’s stream, and barbarous tongues commixt
With laughter, and with frequent shouts, ... for all
Exultant came, expecting sure success;
Blind wretches, over whom the ruin hung!
They say, quoth one, that though the Prophet’s soul
Doth with the black-eyed Houris bathe in bliss,
Life hath not left his body, which bears up
By its miraculous power the holy tomb,