The Fourth Book.
THALABA THE DESTROYER.
THE FOURTH BOOK.
Whose is yon dawning form,
That in the darkness meets
The delegated youth?
Dim as the shadow of a fire at noon,
Or pale reflection on the evening brook
Of Glow-worm on the bank
Kindled to guide her winged paramour.
A moment, and the brightening image shaped
His Mother’s form and features. “Go,” she cried,
“To Babylon, and from the Angels learn
“What talisman thy task requires.”
The Spirit hung towards him when she ceased,
As tho’ with actual lips she would have given
A mother’s kiss ... his arms outstretched,
His body bending on,
His lips unclosed and trembling into speech
He prest to meet the blessing,... but the wind
Played on his cheek: he looked, and he beheld
The darkness close. “Again! again!” he cried,
“Let me again behold thee!” from the darkness
His Mother’s voice went forth;
“Thou shall behold me in the hour of death.”
Day dawns, the twilight gleam dilates,
The Sun comes forth and like a God
Rides thro’ rejoicing heaven.
Old Moath and his daughter from their tent
Beheld the adventurous youth,
Dark moving o’er the sands,
A lessening image, trembling thro’ their tears.
Visions of high emprize
Beguiled his lonely road;
And if sometimes to Moath’s tent
The involuntary mind recurred,
Fancy, impatient of all painful thoughts
Pictured the bliss should welcome his return.
In dreams like these he went,
And still of every dream
Oneiza formed a part,
And Hope and Memory made a mingled joy.
In the eve he arrived at a Well,
The Acacia bent over its side,
Under whose long light-hanging boughs
He chose his night’s abode.
There, due ablutions made and prayers performed,
The youth his mantle spread,
And silently produced
His solitary meal.
The silence and the solitude recalled
Dear recollections, and with folded arms,
Thinking of other days, he sate, till thought
Had left him, and the Acacia’s moving shade
Upon the sunny sand
Had caught his idle eye,
And his awakened ear
Heard the grey Lizard’s chirp,
The only sound of life.