. Tales from ten poets. and overflowed with tears,or his? There were words between us thatseemed to melt apart in the utterance, and a Aurora Leigh. 189 long embrace; then a kiss, silent as the wait-ing night, and deep shuddering breaths thatmeant all that voice or kiss could not have tried to write down what he said; butif an angel should speak in thunder, should weknow anything saving that it thundered? Ionly know that he loved me to the depth andheight of his large nature, and that I returnedhis love. I lifted my hand in his, and he turned in-stinctively towards the eastern hills, wh
. Tales from ten poets. and overflowed with tears,or his? There were words between us thatseemed to melt apart in the utterance, and a Aurora Leigh. 189 long embrace; then a kiss, silent as the wait-ing night, and deep shuddering breaths thatmeant all that voice or kiss could not have tried to write down what he said; butif an angel should speak in thunder, should weknow anything saving that it thundered? Ionly know that he loved me to the depth andheight of his large nature, and that I returnedhis love. I lifted my hand in his, and he turned in-stinctively towards the eastern hills, where thefirst foundations of that new day which shouldbe built out of heaven to God were being laidin jasper-stone clear as glass. He stood witherect brows a moment in silence as one whogazed into the distance, and fed his majesticblind eyes upon the thought of the perfectnoon to come. When I saw his soul saw,— Jasper first, Eomney, I said; sapphire,second; chalcedony, third; and the rest in or-der ; last, an .CVAWA K ^ :>\vV YY kVv MATTHEW ARNOLD. SOHRAB AND RUSTUM. JtfA TTHE W ARNOLD. SOHRAB AND RUSTUM. The earliest gray of morning was stealing upfrom the east, and with it rose the fog out of thebroad river Oxus. The Tartar camp, which layalong the banks of the stream, was still hushedin sleep, but Sohrab alone of all the host wasstirring. He had tossed wakefully upon hisbed of mats through the long night, and whenthe first light of morning stole into his tent, herose and clad himself and put on his sword,then took his horsemans cloak and went outinto the fog, and through the dim camp toPeran-Wisas tent. The black Tartar tents stood like a cluster ofbee-hives on the flat shore of the Oxus, andSohrab passed through them to a hillock a littleback from the water. Once the place had beencrowned with a clay fort, but it had fallen intoruin now, and there the Tartars had built ashelter for Peran-Wisa. It was a dome of lathswith felts spread over it, and inside were t
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