And fled in pretty frowns away
Like the flitting boreal lights,
Rippling roses in northern nights,
Or like the thrill of Æolian strings
In which the sudden wind-god rings.'
In caves and hollow trees he crept
And near the wolf and panther slept.
He came to the green ocean's brim
And saw the wheeling sea-birds skim,
Summer and winter, o'er the wave,
Like creatures of a skiey mould,
Impassible to heat or cold.

He stood before the tumbling main
With joy too tense for sober brain;
He shared the life of the element,
The tie of blood and home was rent:

As if in him the welkin walked,

The winds took flesh, the mountains talked,

And he the bard, a crystal soul

Sphered and concentric with the whole.

II

The Dervish whined to Said, "Thou didst not tarry while I prayed. Beware the fire that Eblis burned." But Saadi coldly thus returned, "Once with manlike love and fear I gave thee for an hour my ear, I kept the sun and stars at bay,

And love, for words thy tongue could say.

I cannot sell my heaven again

For all that rattles in thy brain.” '

III

Said Saadi," When I stood before
Hassan the camel-driver's door,

I scorned the fame of Timour brave;
Timour, to Hassan, was a slave.
In every glance of Hassan's eye
I read great years of victory,
And I, who cower mean and small
In the frequent interval

When wisdom not with me resides,
Worship Toil's wisdom that abides.
I shunned his eyes, that faithful man's,
I shunned the toiling Hassan's glance.'

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IV

The civil world will much forgive
To bards who from its maxims live,
But if, grown bold, the poet dare
Bend his practice to his prayer
And following his mighty heart
Shame the times and live apart,
Va solis! I found this,
That of goods I could not miss
If I fell within the line,

Once a member, all was mine,

Houses, banquets, gardens, fountains,
Fortune's delectable mountains;

But if I would walk alone,

Was neither cloak nor crumb my own.
And thus the high Muse treated me,
Directly never greeted me,

But when she spread her dearest spells,
Feigned to speak to some one else.
I was free to overhear,

Or I might at will forbear;

Yet mark me well, that idle word
Thus at random overheard
Was the symphony of spheres,
And proverb of a thousand years,

The light wherewith all planets shone,
The livery all events put on,

It fell in rain, it grew in grain,

It put on flesh in friendly form,
Frowned in my foe and growled in storm,
It spoke in Tullius Cicero,

In Milton and in Angelo :

I travelled and found it at Rome;

Eastward it filled all Heathendom

And it lay on my hearth when I came home.'

Mask thy wisdom with delight,

Toy with the bow, yet hit the white,

As Jelaleddin old and gray;

He seemed to bask, to dream and play Without remoter hope or fear

Than still to entertain his ear

And pass the burning summer-time
In the palm-grove with a rhyme ;
Heedless that each cunning word
Tribes and ages overheard:
Those idle catches told the laws
Holding Nature to her cause.

God only knew how Saadi dined;
Roses he ate, and drank the wind;
He freelier breathed beside the pine,
In cities he was low and mean;

The mountain waters washed him clean
And by the sea-waves he was strong;
He heard their medicinal song,
Asked no physician but the wave,
No palace but his sea-beat cave.

Saadi held the Muse in awe,

She was his mistress and his law

;

A twelvemonth he could silence hold,
Nor ran to speak till she him told;
He felt the flame, the fanning wings,
Nor offered words till they were things,
Glad when the solid mountain swims
In music and uplifting hymns.

Charmed from fagot and from steel,
Harvests grew upon his tongue,
Past and future must reveal
All their heart when Saadi sung;
Sun and moon must fall amain
Like sower's seeds into his brain,
There quickened to be born again.'

The free winds told him what they knew,
Discoursed of fortune as they blew;
Omens and signs that filled the air
To him authentic witness bare;

The birds brought auguries on their wings,
And carolled undeceiving things

Him to beckon, him to warn ;
Well might then the poet scorn
To learn of scribe or courier
Things writ in vaster character;
And on his mind at dawn of day
Soft shadows of the evening lay."

PALE genius roves alone,

No scout can track his way,

None credits him till he have shown

His diamonds to the day.