And our strong Sun burn up his alien blood;
And straitly search, and bring me all his gold.”
They laid him on a low, unfurnished couch,
And left him, bound, alone; he could but look
Up to the sky, his head so fast was set,
And so he lay, and strove to rest himself,
But vainly; the sharp cords entered his flesh,
The dews sank on his shuddering skin; the Moon
Rose, like a fire, among the mango boughs,
And, slowly wending on her westward way,