The Khalif And The Arab Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Among the tales wherein it hath been toldB
In golden letters in a book of goldB
Of Hatim Ta 's hospitalityC
Who substanceless in death and shadowyC
Made men his guests upon that mountain topD
Whereon his tomb grayed from a thistle cropD
A tomb of rock where women hewn of stoneE
Rude figures spread dishevelled hair whose moanE
From dark to daybreak made the silence cryF
The camel drivers being tented nighF
Ghouls or hyenas shuddering would sayG
But only girls of granite find at dayG
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And of that city Sheddad son of AadG
Built mid the Sebaa sands A king who hadG
Dominion of the world and many kingsH
Builded in pride and power out of thingsH
Unstable of the earth For he had readG
Of Paradise and to his soul had saidG
Now in this life the like of ParadiseI
I 'll build me and the Prophet's may despiseJ
Knowing no need of that he promisesK
So for this city taxed the lands and seasL
And Columned Irem on a blinding heightG
Blazed in the desert like a chrysoliteG
The manner of its building it is toldG
Alternate bricks of silver and of goldG
How Sheddad with his women and his slavesM
His thousand viziers armored troops as wavesM
Of ocean countless God with awful flameN
Shot sheer in thunder on him God his shameN
Confounded and abolished ere his eyesJ
Had glimpsed bright follies of that ParadiseI
Lay blotted to a wilderness the landG
Accurs d and the city lost in sandG
Among such tales who questions of their soothO
One is recorded of an Arab youthO
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The Khalif Hisham ben AbdulmelikP
Hunting one day by some unwonted freakP
Rode parted from his retinue and gaveQ
Chase to an antelope Without or slaveQ
Amir or vizier to a pasture placeR
Of sheep he came where dark in tattered graceR
Watched one an Arab youth And as it cameN
The antelope drew off with mouth of flameN
And tongue of fire to the youth he turnedG
Shouting Ho fellow in what school hast learnedG
Seest not the buck escapes me worthless oneS
O desert dullardG
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Rising in the sunS
O ignorant he said of that just worthO
Of those the worthy of our Muslim earthO
In that thou look'st upon me what thou artG
As one fit for contempt thou lack'st no partG
Of my disdain Allah I would not ownE
A dog of thine for friend no other knownE
Of speech a tyrant manners of an assT
And flung him rags and rage into the grassT
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Provoked astonished wrinkled angrilyC
Hissed Hisham Slave thou know'st me not I seeC
Calmly the youth Aye verily I knowU
O mannerless thy tongue hath told me soU
Thy tongue commanding ere it spake me peaceV
Soon art thou known nor late may knowledge ceaseV
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O dog I am thy Khalif by a hairW
Thy life hangs rav'lingP
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May it dangle thereW
Till thou art rotted Whiles upon thy headG
Misfortunes shower Of his dwelling placeR
Allah be thou forgetful What his graceR
Hisham ben Merwan king of many wordsX
Few generositiesX
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A flash of swordsX
In drifts of dust and lo the Khalif's troopsX
Surrounding ride As when a merlin stoopsX
Some stranger quarry prey that swims the windG
Heron or eagle kenning not its kindG
There whence 'tis cast until it towering feelsX
An eagle's tearing talons falling reelsX
In broken circles downward so the youthO
An Arab fearless as the face of TruthO
Of all that made him instant of his deathO
Waited with eyes indifferent equal breathO
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The palace reached Bring in the prisonerY
Before the Khalif and he came as wereY
He in no wise concerned unquestioning wentG
Chin bowed on breast and on his feet a bentG
Dark gaze of scornful freedom unafraidG
Till at the Khalif's throne his steps were staidG
And unsaluting standing head held downZ
An armed attendant blazed him with a frownZ
Dog of the Bedouins thy eyes rot outG
Insulter must the whole big world needs shoutG
'Commander of the Faithful ' so thou seeX
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To him the Arab sneering VerilyC
Packsaddle of an assX
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The Khalif's rageA2
Exceeded now and By my realm and rageA2
Arab thy hour is come thy very lastG
Thy hope is vanished and thy life is pastG
The shepherd answered Aye by Allah thenB2
O Hisham if my time be stretched againB2
Unscissored of what Destiny ordainC2
Little or great thy words give little painC2
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Then the chief Chamberlain O vilest oneS
Of all the Arabs wilt thou not be doneS
Bandying thy baseness with the Ruler ofD2
The Faithful spat upon his face A scoffE2
Fiery made answerY
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There be some have heardG
The nonsense of our God the text absurdG
'One day each soul whatever shall be promptG
To bow before me and to give accompt '-
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Then wroth indeed was Hisham hotly saidG
He braves us headsman ho his peevish headG
See canst thou medicine its speech anewF2
Doctor its multiplying words to fewF2
Divorce them well So where the Arab stoodG
Bound him made kneel upon the cloth of bloodG
With curving sword the headsman leaned at pauseX
And even as 'tis custom made of lawsX
To the descendant of the Prophet quothO
O Khalif shall I strikeP
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By Iblis' oathO
Strike answered Hisham but again the slaveQ
Questioned and yet again the Khalif gaveQ
His nodded yea and for the third time thenB2
He asked and knowing neither men nor JinnB2
Might save him if the Khalif spake assentG
Signalled the sword the youth with body bentG
Laughed till the wang teeth of each jaw appearedG
Laughed as with scorn the King of kings he 'd beardG
Insulting death So with redoubled spleenB2
Roared Hisham rising It is truly seenB2
That thou art mad who mockest AzraelC
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The Arab answered Listen Once befellC
Commander of the Faithful that a hawkP
A hungry hawk pounced on a sparrow cockP
And winging nestward with his meal in clawC
To him the sparrow for the creature sawC
The hawk's conceit addressed this slyly 'OhG2
Most great most royal there is not I knowB2
That in me which will stay thy stomach's stressX
I am too paltry for thy mightiness'X
With which the hawk was pleased and flattered soX
In his self praise he let the sparrow goX
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Then smiled the Khalif Hisham and a signB2
Staying the scimitar that hung malignB2
A threatening crescent said God bless preserveH2
The Prophet whom all true believers serveH2
Now by my kinship to the Prophet andG
Had he at first but spake us thus this handG
Had ne'er been reckless and instead of hateG
He had had all except the KhalifateG
Bade stuff his mouth with jewels and entreatG
Him courteously then from the palace beatG

Madison Julius Cawein



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