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Of her fell ravisher. So looks the moon
With pure light cleaving a dark cloud in June. RAMA'S DESPAIR.
Rama returns to his cottage and finds it empty. Sita, his love, his life, is gone. He had borne the loss of father, mother, home, and friends, but beDeath this shock the hero's reason gives way.
Then Rama turning, with love-quickened pace,
With all the glory of its lilies lost.
And sad with woe each tree and bird and flower
Mourned round the ruin of the lady's bower ;
And Rama lifted up his voice and cried :
Or has she sought the stream, her jar to fill ?”
Where is she, Heartsease? 'Tis thy gentle part
To banish woe, come give me what thou art.
Where is my darling with the long soft hair?
To sport with fawns beneath some arching shade.
Thou art not hidden, and 'tis vain to fly.
0, come, my love, for I have sought thee long!
Ah! she is dead; her mangled limbs the feast Of wandering giant or some ravenous beast; That moon-bright cheek, that pure and polisht brow, Red lips and dazzling teeth-what are they now? Tossing her arms—her spray-soft arms—in vain, Shrieking for help, alas ! my love was slain. Why wast thou left within thy bower alone, For fiends to rend thee, oh, mine own, mine own? My Sita lost, I will not live, but go Hence to the after-world, weighed down by woe; The mighty king, our sire, will see me there, And sternly cry, 'False, perjured Rama, where, Where is thy faith, that thou, with evil speed,
Comest from exile ere the time decreed ?
Can I return from banishment to see
Those chambers empty where my queen should be? Can I return to hear my people cry
Shame on the wretch who failed to save or die?
How can I meet Videha's king, and brook
Now leave me here to mourn awhile and die :
Do thou, dear brother, to Ayodhya hie,