The bearer of evil tidings, When
he was halfway there, Remembered
that evil tidings Were
a dangerous thing to bear.
So
when he came to the parting Where
one road led to the throne And
one went off to the mountains And
into the wild unknown,
He
took the one to the mountains. He
ran through the Vale of Cashmere, He
ran through the rhododendrons Till
he came to land of Pamir.
And
there in a precipice valley A
girl of his age he met Took
him home to her bower, Or
he might be running yet.
She
taught him her tribe's religion: How
ages and ages since A
princess en route to China To
marry a Persian prince
Had
been found with child; and her army Had
come to a troubled halt. And
though a god was the father And
nobody else at fault,
It
had seemed discreet to remain there And
neither go on nor back. So
they stayed and declared a village There
in the land of the Yak.
And
the child that came of the princess Established
a royal line, And
his mandates were given heed to Because
he was born divine.
And
that was why there were people On
one Himalayan shelf; And
the bearer of evil tidings Decided
to stay there himself.
At
least he had this in common With
the race he chose to adopt: They
had both of them had their reasons For
stopping where they had stopped.
As
for evil tidings, Belshazzar's
overthrow, Why
hurry to tell Belshazzar What soon enough he would know? |
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