  The soldier-lad from Kerman, The sailor-lad from Jask Knew naught that should deter man From finishing the cask. "Wine sets the Faithful jibbing Like mules before an inn, But we sit bravely bibbing, And hold our own with sin." Said the stout-hearted wonder Of Jask: "Wine frights not me. I fear no foe but thunder And winds that sting the sea." "And I," said he of Kerman, "Fear nothing but the night, Or some imperious firman That bids the Faithful fight." "They say some lads fear ladies And truckle to them." "Who Could be so weak? The Cadis Rise up for me and you." "But doctors, nay and princes, Have troubles of their own, Save those whom fire convinces.... I leave the stuff alone." "And I...." Then both bethought them That, howso strong and wise, Their principles had caught them On this mad enterprise. "'Tis time to act with daring, And rest," said he of Jask, And swore a mighty swearing, (And drained another flask). "If I go on, attendant Upon this woman's way, May I become dependant On your arrears of pay!" "If I," said Captain Kerman, "Should knuckle to my mate, May I become a merman And live on maggot-bait!" "Then since we have discovered That women need our strength"— (The tavern-houris hovered) "To hold them at arm's length, Sit down in this rest-house, and Tell me a tale among The tales, one in your thousand!" This was the story sung: "I threw my love about you like fine raiment; I let you kill my pride. You passed me by, but smiled at me in payment, And I was satisfied. "I made my mind a plaything for your leisure, Content to be ignored. Body and soul I waited on your pleasure, Waited—without reward. "I have no faint repinings that we met, dear, Or that I left you cold. I rub my hands. You will be colder yet, dear, Some day when you are old." "Forbidden wine is mellow. The sun has set. Of whom Sing you this song, Brave Fellow? Night is the ante-room Breeze-sprinkled to keep cooler The feasting-halls behind." "She might have been my ruler But for my Strength of Mind." "That was the tune to whistle! How have I longed to learn The deeds of men of gristle Like mine!..." "Tell me in turn Some of your lore of women, Whose wiles are deep as bhang. Your strength shall teach to swim men Who fall in love...." He sang: "You came to me, and well you chose your quarry. You told your tale, and well you played your rÔle. You spoke of suffering, and I was sorry With all my heart, with all my soul. 'Out of the deep,' you said. I thought to save you, And stunned myself upon the covered shoal. Yet, poor deceptive shallows, I forgave you With all my heart, with all my soul. You sought whatever evil had not sought you. In vain I strove to make your nature whole. I did not know the market that had bought you With all your heart, with all your soul. If man had one pure impulse you would smudge it. You had one gift, my pity, which you stole. Now I will only tell you that I grudge it With all my heart, with all my soul." "Of whom this song, Brave Fellow? The stars in heaven's black soil Fold up their petalled yellow That pays the angels' toil." The lamp had burned its wick dim, The pair had drunk their fill.... "I might have been her victim But for my Strength of Will." Then one said to the other: "Such strength as yours and mine Must put its foot down, brother, And stay here—pass the wine— Till, for the world's salvation, Shall radiate from this den The Great Confederation Of Independent Men." The last sour mule was saddled, On went the caravan. These twain turned on the raddled Handmaidens of the han, Blinked, cast them forth with loathing Because the queen was fair, And lest their lack of clothing Should lay man's weakness bare. White as a cloud in summer, Slender as sun-shot rain— Earth knows what moods become her— The queen passed.... In her train The Great Confederation Trod with such wealth of Will That, in its trepidation, It never paid its bill. |
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