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Some bound to this dear earth by hope, and some by love’s strong thrall, And yet dishonour's high disdain was paramount with all.

"Her silver robe flowed to her feet, with jewels circled round, And in her long and raven hair the regal gems were bound; And diamonds blaze, ruby and pearl were glittering in her zone, And there, with starry emeralds set, the radiant Kandjar* shone.

"The youthful Sultana led the way, while in her glorious eyes   	Shone spiritual, the clear deep light, that is in moonlit skies: Pale and resolved, her noble brow was worthy of a race Whose proud blood flowed in those blue veins unconscious of disgrace.

"Solemn and slow with mournful chaunt, come that devoted band, And Kurnavati follows last—the red torch in her hand: She fires the pile, a death-black smoke mounts from that dreary cave— Fling back the city gates—the foe, can now find but a grave.

"Hark the fierce music on the wind, the atabal, the gong, The stern avenger is behind, he has not tarried long: They brought his summons, though he stood before his plighted bride; They brought his summons, though he stood in all but victory’s pride.

"Yet down he flung the bridal wreath, he left the field unwon, All that a warrior might achieve, young Humaioon had done, Too late—he saw the reddening sky, he saw the smoke arise, A few faint stragglers lived to tell the Ranee’s sacrifice.

"But still the monarch held a sword, and had a debt to pay; Small cause had Buhadour to boast—the triumph of that day: Again the lone streets flowed with blood, and though too late to save, Vengeance was the funereal rite at Kurnavati’s grave."