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I	A
A wondrous rumour fills and stirs	B
The wide Carmanian Vale	C
On leafy hills the sunburnt vintagers	B
Stand listening silent is the echoing flail	C
Upon the threshing floors	B
Girls in the orchards one another hail	C
Over their golden stores	B
Leave the dewy apples hanging flushed	D
Ripe to drop	E
In our baskets Leave the heavy grapes uncrushed	D
Leave the darkened figs a half pulled crop	E
Olive boughs by staves unbeaten come	F
All our hills be hushed	D
For a Conqueror nay a God	D
Comes into our land this day	D
From the Eastern desert dumb	F
That no mortal ever trod	D
Come we down to meet him on his way ''	G
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From reddening vineyards steeped in sun	H
Trees that with riches droop	I
Down the green upland men and maidens run	H
Or under the low leaves with laughter stoop	I
But now they pause they hear	J
Far trampling sounds and many a soft eyed troop	I
Murmurs a wondering fear	K
Wherefore hast thou summoned us afar	L
Voice so proud	D
Who are ye that so imperious are	L
Is it he to whom all India bowed	D
Bacchus and the great host that pursue	B
Triumphing his car	L
Whom our fathers long foretold	D
O if it be he the God indeed	D
May his power our vines endue	D
With prosperity fourfold	D
Bring we all ripe offerings for his need ''	-
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Slowly along the vine robed vale move on	M
Like those that walk in dream	N
The ranks of Macedon	M
O much proved men why doubt ye truth so sweet	D
This is that fair Carmania that did seem	N
So far to gain yet now is at your feet	D
'Tis no Circean magic greenly crowds	B
This vale of elms the laden vines uprearing	O
The small flowers in the grass the illumined clouds	B
Trembling streams with rushes lined	D
All in strangeness reappearing	O
Like a blue morn to the blind	D
Worn feet go happy and parched throats may laugh	P
Or blissful cold drops from dipt helmets quaff	P
Dear comrades flinging spears down stand embraced	D
And heap this rich oblivion on the waste	D
Of torment whence they came	Q
That land of salt sand vaulted o'er with flame	Q
That furnace which for sixty days they pierced	D
Wrapt in a hot slow cloud of pricking grains	B
On ever crumbling mounds through endless plains	B
And ravening hands scooped fire not water for their thirst	D
Streams of Carmania never have ye seen	M
Such mirrored rapture of strong limbs unclad	D
Lips pressing lover like delicious green	M
Of leaves or breaking into laughter mad	D
Out wearied ranks that couched in gloom serene	M
Let idle memory toy	D
With torment past whose pangs enrich the gust of joy	D
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II	A
O peerless Alexander Still	R
From his kindling words they glow	S
Like a straight shaft to a bow	T
Is their strength unto his will	R
He hath done what no man ever dared	D
That fierce desert where great Cyrus lost	D
All save seven of his unnumbered host	D
Where the proud Semiramis despaired	D
He hath brought his thousands through	B
Vainly vainly Wind and Fire	U
Stormed against the way of his desire	U
They at last their tamer knew	B
O'er mile broad rivers like young brooks he stept	D
Walls of unconquered cities overleapt	D
And now Earth yields for storm and strife and heat	D
Her greenest valley to his feet	D
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But lo the soft Carmanian folk	O
Round these warriors gathering nigh	P
Down the slopes with murmur shy	P
The benignant God invoke	O
While they stand in wonder and in doubt	D
Comes a throng in leaves their heads arraying	O
Some on pipes and some on tabors playing	O
Bacchus Bacchus is our king '' they shout	D
Magic mirth into our blood he pours	B
Join us strangers in our feast	D
All our parching toil hath ceased	D
Give us of your fruitful valley's stores ''	-
Apples they heap on shields in golden domes	B
And spearpoints bear the dripping honeycombs	B
Our Bacchus bids you to his joy '' they sing	O
Lo where he comes the king ''	-
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Two massy ivory cars together bound	D
Roll through the parting throng	O
A whole uprooted vine enwreathes them round	D
Long tendrils over the gold axles trail	C
While jubilant pipe and chanted song	O
The cars' oncoming hail	C
By the dark bunches idle helms and greaves	B
Are hung and swords that on Hydaspes shone	M
Heroic shoulders gleam betwixt the leaves	B
There sits reclined on rugs of Susa spread	D
Throned amid his Seven of Macedon	M
Alexander his victorious head	D
Bound with ivy and pale autumn flowers	B
Ah what a sunny redolence of showers	B
The wind wafts round him from this promised land	D
Over Hephaestion's neck is laid one hand	D
Lightly the other holds a spear but now	M
No passion fires his eye nor deep thought knots his brow	M
Like his own Pella breathes this upland air	V
A joy born beauty flushes up his face	B
O'ersmoothing old fell rages to replace	B
Youth in lost lines most indolently fair	V
Remembrance is at peace desire forgone	M
And those winged brows their watchful menace ease	B
In languor proud as a storm sailing swan	M
New lighted on a mere from the wild seas	B
Beat thrilling drums beat low and pipes sound on	M
While his full soul doth gaze	B
From this the topmost hour of all his glorious days	B
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III	A
The shy Carmanians awed	D
Gaze on that sun like head	D
Is it he '' they murmur who led	D
The mirth of the vineyard abroad	D
Surely none else may bear	V
So regal a beauty yet why	P
On us turns not his eye	P
We have heard that he loves not care	V
But the dance and idle glee	W
Of the laughing Satyr tribe	X
Could toil those brows inscribe	X
Is it he is it surely he	W
Are these the revellers of his train	M
Yet surely these have passed through fire through pain	M
Can the Gods also suffer throes	B
Nor crave to conquer but repose ''	-
The king uplifts his bowl	Y
Peucestas stoops pours in	M
From a brown fawn's swelling skin	M
The ripe grape's rosy soul	Y
Pledge us '' he cries and smiles	B
Lord of Nysa to day	D
Have we not toiled our way	D
To a valley of the Blessed Isles	B
Drink of a richer boon	M
Than the water we brought thee to taste	D
In the fiery Gedrosian waste	D
When we halted our host at noon	M
And thou in the sight of all didst spill	R
Those longed for drops on the darkened sand O fill	R
Remembering how our hearts drank wine	M
From thy refusing deed divine ''	-
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What hath the king so stirred	D
What grief of a great desire	U
Stung by that spoken word	D
Sudden as storm his thoughts tumultuous run	M
Back into peril Indus Issus Tyre	Z
And the famed gates of Babylon yet unwon	M
Far far those mighty days in glory tower	U
A valley keeps him while the great peaks call	A2
O for that supreme exultant hour	U
When alone Achilles like he sprang	O
'Mid the astonished Indians o'er the wall	A2
And a hundred arrows round him rang	O
O Alexander all these thousands own	M
Thy pleasure but thy throes were thine alone	M
Dulled is the joy that hath no need to dare	V
Match thy great self and breed another heir	V
To those high deeds from which thy kindled fame	Q
Runs as the world's hope runs from youth to youth aflame	Q
Climb climb again to those lone eagle skies	B
Where ocean's unadventured circle bends	B
And dragon ignorance girdles the world's ends	B
As fire leaps up a tower that thought leaps to his eyes	B
Off Maenad mummery '' he cries his brow	M
Strips of its garland with indignant hands	B
Starts up and plants his ringing spear and now	M
Soul flushed through radiant limbs a man transfigured stands	B
With joy the marvelling Carmanians bow	M
From their long doubting freed	D
It is the God '' they cry the enraptured God indeed ''	-

Robert Laurence Binyon

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