The Zenana - 7
Letitia Elizabeth Landon 1802 (Chelsea) – 1838 (Cape Coast)
Deep silence chained the listeners round,
When, lo, another plaintive sound,
Came from the river’s side, and there
They saw a girl with loosened hair
Seat her beneath a peepul tree,
Where swung her gurrah * mournfully,
Filled with the cool and limpid wave,
An offering o’er some dear one’s grave.
At once Zilara caught the tone,
And made it, as she sung, her own.
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“Oh weep not o’er the quiet grave,
Although the spirit lost be near;
Weep not, for well those phantoms know
How vain the grief above their bier.
Weep not—ah no, ’tis best to die
Ere all of bloom from life is fled;
Why live, when feelings, friends, and faith
Have long been numbered with the dead?
“They know no rainbow-hope that weeps
Itself away to deepest shade;
Nor love, whose very happiness
Should make the trusting heart afraid.
Ah, human tears are tears of fire,
That scorch and wither as they flow;
Then let them fall for those who live,
And not for those who sleep below.
“Yes, weep for those, whose silver chain
Has long been loosed, and yet live on;
The doomed to drink from life’s dark spring,
Whose golden bowl has long been gone.
Aye, weep for those, the weary, worn,
The bound to earth by some vain tie;
Some lingering love, some fond regret,
Who loathe to live, yet fear to die.”
A moment’s rest, and then once more
Zilara tried her memory’s store,
And woke, while o’er the strings she bowed,
A tale of Rajahstan the proud.
* GURRAH. -- The Gurrah is the water-jar which the Hindoo women poise so gracefully on their heads. Heber mentions, that they hang gurrahs on the peepul, a species of sacred tree; and much planted about graves, that the spirits of the deceased may drink the holy waves of the Ganges.
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Submitted by Madeleine Quinn on May 17, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABBXCDDEE DXXXFGXG XHXHXCXC XXXXXFXF IIJJ X |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,778 |
Words | 310 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 8, 8, 8, 4, 1 |
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