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   "Who can interfere with what fate has written on the foreheads of all of us? Fate is a swinging caravan!"
THE SWINGING CARAVAN
Books by
ACHMED ABDULLAH
* In English (novels)
* The Red Stain, N. Y., 1915; London, 1924
* The Blue-Eyed Manchu, N. Y., 1917; London, 1925
* Bucking the Tiger, N. Y., 1917
* The Trail of the Beast, N. Y., 1919; London, 1920
* The Man on Horseback, N. Y., 1919
* The Mating of the Blades, N. Y., 1920; London, 1920
* Night Drums, N. Y., 1921 ; London, 1921
* A Buccaneer in Spats, London, 1924
* Shackled, N. Y., 1924; London, 1925
* The Thief of Bagdad, N. Y., 1924; London, 1924
* In English (collections of short stories)
* The Honorable Gentleman and Others, N. Y., 1919; London, 1919
* Wings, Tales of the Psychic, N. Y., 1920
* Alien Souls, N. Y., 1922; London, 1922
* In English (other books)
* A Grammar of Little Known Bantu Dialects, Calcutta, 1907
* In French (collections of short stories)
* Un Parfait Gentilhomme et Quelques Autres, Paris, 1924 (crowned by the French Academy, 1925)
* In French (poems)
* Chansons Couleur Puce, Paris, 1900
* In German (novels)
* Ein Abenteurer im Frack, Berlin, 1925
THE
SWINGING CARAVAN
BY
ACHMED ABDULLAH
NEW YORK
BRENTANO'S
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1925, by
BRENTANO'S, Inc.
All rights reserved
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OP AMERICA
To my friend
HARRY P. BURTON

### CONTENTS

* page
* A Gesture of no Importance 1
* The Great Wife 31
* Slit-Eye 55
* The Gates of Tamerlane 75
* Decadence 103
* Bred in the Clay 129
* Most Just Among Moslims 159
* The Rest is Silence 193
* Victory 223
* Romance 249
* Dutiful Grief 283
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# The Sweets of Evening

First Published in 1764.
* The Sweets of Evening
* The sweets of Evening charm the mind,
* Sick of the sultry day;
* The body then no more's confin'd,
* But exercise with freedom join'd,
* 5 When Phoebus sheathes his ray.
* The softer scenes of nature sooth
* The organs of our sight;
* The Zephyrs fan the meadows smooth,
* And on the brook we build the booth
* 10In pastoral delight.
* While all-serene the summer moon
* Sends glances thro' the trees,
* And Philomel begins her tune,
* Asteria too shall help her soon
* 15 With voice of skilful ease.
* A nosegay, every thing that grows,
* And music, every sound
* To lull the sun to his repose;
* The skies are coloured like the rose
* 20With lively streaks around.
* Of all the changes rung by Time
* None half so sweet appear,
* As those when thoughts themselves sublime,
* And with superior natures chime
* 25In fancy's highest sphere. 1764
Notes
* ↑ 3. "no more's" printed as "no more" in ed. 1791.
* ↑ 6—10. Were omitted in ed. 1791.
* ↑ 13—15. Philomel and Asterie (in 1791 printed as "Asteria") — the personages of Ancient Greek mythology here mean the nightingale and quail.
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# The Sweethearts

English-language translations of Kjærestefolkene include:
* Paull (transl.) "The Top and Ball", 1872
* H. L. Brækstad (transl.); Hans Tegner (ill.), "The Sweethearts" Fairy tales and stories; by Hans Christian Andersen New York: The Century Co., 1900.
* Hans Christian Andersen "The Loving Pair"
# The Swineherd

English-language translations of Svinedrengen include:
* "The Swineherd" in A Picture-Book without Pictures and Other Stories (1848), translated by Mary Howitt
* "The Swineherd" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "The Swineherd" in The Yellow Fairy Book (1894), edited by Andrew Lang, illustrated by H. J. Ford
* "The Little Swineherd" in The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899), translated by Mary Howitt, illustrated by Helen Stratton
* "The Swineherd" in Fairy Tales and Stories (1900), translated by H. L. Brækstad, illustrated by H. Tegner
* "The Swineherd" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1913), translated by unknown translator, illustrated by W. Heath Robinson
* "The Swineherd" in Fairy Tales and Other Stories (1914), translated by W. A. Craigie and J. K. Craigie
# The Sweet Trinity

"The Sweet Trinity", also known as "The Golden Vanity" or "The Golden Willow Tree", is Child Ballad 286. The first surviving version, about 1635, was "Sir Walter Raleigh Sailing In The Lowlands (Shewing how the famous Ship called the Sweet Trinity was taken by a false Gally & how it was again restored by the craft of a little Sea-boy, who sunk the Gally)".
* "The Sweet Trinity (The Golden Vanity)," no. 286, in The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, ed. by Francis James Child (1882-1898).
** Variant 286A (Sir Walter Rawleigh has built a ship)
** Variant 286B (There was a gallant ship, and a gallant ship was she)
** Variant 286C (I have a ship in the North Countrie)
* "Golden Vanity", unsourced (There was a ship that sailed / all on the Lowland Sea)
# The Sweetheart of M. Briseux

* "The Sweetheart of M. Briseux" in The Galaxy 15(6) (June 1873): 760–779.
    — First publication in any form.
* "The Sweetheart of M. Briseux" in Travelling Companions (New York: Boni and Liveright, 1919): 53–86.
    — First American book edition; published posthumously.
# The Sweets of Pillage, can be known

The Sweets of Pillage, can be known To no one but the Thief — Compassion for Integrity Is his divinest Grief —
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 7/Issue 41

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* Antonio's Englishman by W. L. Alden. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo, No. XXIII. Zig-Zag Simian by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, No. XI. Trapped, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* A Bohemian Artist's Club, by Alfred T. Story.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Canon H. Scott Holland
* Archibald Primrose
* Alfred Wills
* Sir Charles Dilke
* Lady Emilia Dilke
* The Oxford and Cambridge Union Societies
** I. Oxford, by J. B. Harris-Burland.
** II. Cambridge, by St. J. Basil Wynne Willson.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XXXIII. Mr. Charles Wyndham, by Harry How.
* Martin Hewitt, Investigator, III. The Case of Mr. Foggatt, by A. G. Morrison. Illustrated by Sidney Paget.
* Beauties: Children.
* Löie Fuller: The Inventor of the Serpentine Dance by Mrs. M. Griffith.
* The Three Gold Hairs of Old Vsevede, from the Serbian. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** Mr. Hay, by J. F. Sullivan.
** Off to the Station, by J. A. Shepherd.
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 7/Issue 42

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* Martin Hewitt, Investigator. IV. The Case of the Dixon Torpedo by A. G. Morrison. Illustrated by Sidney Paget.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XXXIV. Sir Francis and Lady Jeune, by Harry How.
* The Queen's Yacht by Mrs. M. Griffith. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Light: A London Idyll by E. M. Hewitt. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo. No. XXIV. Zig-Zag Rodoporcine, by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, No. XII. The Ponsonby Diamonds, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Sir Charles Tupper
* G. W. Leitner
* Madame Canziani
* Andrew Ernest Stoddart
* Sir John Astley
* Crimes and Criminals. No. IV. Forgers and Begging-Letter Writers.
* Beauties
* Count Ferdinand de Lesseps.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* The Iron Casket, from the German. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** The Beauty-College Company, by J. F. Sullivan.
** Watches of All Times, by George Cruickshank.
** Pal’s Puzzle Page, by Jean de Paléologue
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 7/Issue 40

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* An Anarchist by Eugène Moret. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XXXII. The Baroness Burdett-Coutts, by Mary Spencer-Warren.
* Martin Hewitt, Investigator, The Loss of Sammy Crockett, by A. G. Morrison. Illustrated by Sidney Paget.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo, No. XXII. Zig-Zag Saurian by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* My Diving-Dress. Illustrated by Harold Piffard.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, No. X. Without Witnesses, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Sir Henry Charles Lopes
* Ernest Louis, Grand Duke of Hesse
* Victoria Melita of Saxe-Coburg and Edinburgh
* John James Stewart Perowne
* The Right Hon. Henry Campbell-Bannerman
* Crimes and Criminals: III. Coiners and Coining.
* Beauties.
* How Composers Work Part 2, by Francis Arthur Jones.
* The Zealous Sentinel, from the French. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** The Unbelievers' Club, by J. F. Sullivan.
** Pal's Puzzle Page, by Jean de Paléologue.
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# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Warning

WARNING.
Do not touch him—do not wake him! Fast asleep is Amor lying; Go—fulfil thy work appointed—do thy labour of the day. Thus the wise and careful mother uses every moment flying, Whilst her child is in the cradle—Slumbers pass too soon away.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/When the Fox Dies His Skin Counts

"Dorilis then Gave It Me"
Photogravure from the painting by F. Kirchbach
WHEN THE FOX DIES HIS SKIN COUNTS.
We young people in the shade Sat one sultry day; Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox' With us sought to play.
Each one of my friends then sat By his mistress dear; Cupid, blowing out the torch, Said: "The taper's here!"
Then we quickly sent around The expiring brand; Each one put it hastily In his neighbour's hand.
Dorilis then gave it me, With a scoffing jest; Sudden into flame it broke, By my fingers pressed.
And it singed my eyes and face, Set my breast on fire; Then above my head the blaze Mounted ever higher.
Vain I sought to put it out; Ever burned the flame; 'Stead of dying, soon the Fox Livelier still became.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Who'll Buy Cupid?

WHO'LL BUY CUPID?
Of all the wares so pretty That come into the city, There's none are so delicious, There's none are half so precious, As those which we are bringing. Oh, listen to our singing! Young loves to sell? young loves to sell! My pretty loves who'll buy?
First look you at the oldest, The wantonest, the boldest! ​So loosely goes he hopping, From tree and thicket dropping, Then flies aloft so sprightly! We dare but praise him lightly! The fickle rogue! Young loves to sell! My pretty loves who'll buy?
Now see this little creature— How modest seems his feature! He nestles so demurely, You'd think him safer surely; And yet for all his shyness, There's danger in his slyness, The cunning rogue! Young loves to sell! My pretty loves who'll buy?
Oh, come and see this lovelet, This little turtle-dovelet! The maidens that are neatest, The tenderest and sweetest, Should buy it to amuse 'em, And nurse it in their bosom. The little pet! Young loves to sell! My pretty loves who'll buy?
We need not bid you buy them, They're here, if you will try them. They like to change their cages; But for their proving sages No warrant will we utter— They all have wings to flutter, The pretty things! Young loves to sell! Such beauties! Come and buy!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/With an Embroidered Ribbon

WITH AN EMBROIDERED RIBBON.
Little flowerets, little leaflets, Have they woven with fairy hand, Playful sunny elves of springtide, Lightly called at my command.
Zephyr, bear it on thy pinions, Drop it on my darling's dress, So she'll pass before the mirror In her double loveliness.
She, of roses still the fairest, Roses shall around her see; Give me but one look, my dearest, And I ask no more of thee.
Feel but what this heart is feeling— Frankly place thy hand in mine— Trust me, love, the tie which binds us, Is no fragile rosy twine.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Vanitas, Vanitatum Vanitas

VANITAS, VANITATUM VANITAS.
On nothing have I set my heart, Hurrah! So in the world I bear my part, Hurrah! And whoso will be friend of mine Must join with me, and not decline To clink a glass of wine.
I set my heart on goods and wealth, Hurrah! I lost thereby my nerves and health, Hurrah! The coins they rolled off far and wide. And what with one hand I did hide. In t'other would not bide.
​On woman next I set my heart, Hurrah! From them I suffered many a smart, Ah, ah! The false one sought another lord. With the true one I was greatly bored, The best could not afford.
To travel next I did apply, Hurrah! From house and kindred off did fly, Ah, ah! I'm pleased with nothing I have seen,— The food was coarse, the bed not clean, None knew what I did mean.
On honours next my heart I set, Hurrah! But lo! my neighbour more did get, Ah, ah! And when I had advanced my name The folks did look askance, and blame As though I hurt their fame.
I set my heart on fighting then, Hurrah! And many a battle we did gain, Ah, ah! We marched the foeman's country through, Much profit there did not accrue,— My leg's loss there I rue.
Now I have set my heart on nought. Hurrah! The whole world to my feet is brought. Ah, ah! ​My song and feast to end I'm fain, So every one your glasses drain,— Let not a drop remain!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Welcome and Departure

WELCOME AND DEPARTURE.
[Another of the love-songs addressed to Frederica.]
To horse!—away, o'er hill and steep! Into the saddle blithe I sprung; The eve was cradling earth to sleep, And night upon the mountain hung. With robes of mist around him set. The oak like some huge giant stood, While with its hundred eyes of jet, Peered darkness from the tangled wood.
​Amidst a bank of clouds, the moon A sad and troubled glimmer shed; The wind its chilly wings unclosed, And whistled wildly round my head. Night framed a thousand phantoms dire, Yet did I never droop nor start; Within my veins what living fire! What quenchless glow within my heart!
We met; and from thy glance a tide Of stifling joy flowed into me: My heart was wholly by thy side, My every breath was breathed for thee. A blush was there, as if thy cheek The gentlest hues of spring had caught, And smiles so kind for me!—Great powers! I hoped, yet I deserved them not!
But morning came to end my bliss; A long, a sad farewell we took; What joy—what rapture in thy kiss, What depth of anguish in thy look! I left thee, sweet! but after me, Thine eyes through tears looked from above; Yet to be loved—what ecstasy! What ecstasy, ye gods, to love!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/With a Golden Necklace

WITH A GOLDEN NECKLACE.
Accept, dear maid, this little token, A supple chain that fain would lie, And keep its tiny links unbroken Upon a neck of ivory.
Pray, then, exalt it to this duty, And change its humbleness to pride; By day it will adorn your beauty, By night 'tis quickly laid aside.
But if another hand should proffer A chain of weightier, closer kind, Think twice ere you accept the offer; For there are chains will not unbind.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Wanderer's Night-Song

WANDERER'S NIGHT-SONG.
Thou that from the heavens art, Every pain and sorrow stlllest, And the doubly wretched heart Doubly with refreshment fillest, I am weary with contending! Why this rapture and unrest? Peace descending, Come, ah, come into my breast!
O'er all the hilltops Is quiet now, In all the tree-tops Hearest thou Hardly a breath; The birds are asleep in the trees: Wait; soon like these Thou, too, shalt rest.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Wedding Song

WEDDING SONG.
The tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now are ye feasting the new-married lord, His grandson of whom we are telling. The Count as Crusader had blazoned his fame, Through many a triumph exalted his name, And when on his steed to his dwelling he came, His castle still reared its proud head, But servants and wealth had all fled.
'Tis true that thou, Count, hast returned to thy home, But matters are faring there ill. The winds through the chambers at liberty roam, And blow through the windows at will. ​What's best to be done in a cold autumn night? Full many I've passed in more piteous plight; The morn ever settles the matter aright. Then quick, while the moon shines so clear, To bed on straw, without fear.
And whilst in a soft pleasing slumber he lay, A motion he feels 'neath his bed. The rat, an he likes it, may rattle away! Ay, had he but crumbs there outspread! But lo! there appears a diminutive wight, A dwarf 'tis, yet graceful, and bearing a light, With orator-gestures that notice invite, At the feet of the Count on the floor Who sleeps not, though weary full sore.
"We've long been accustomed to hold here our feast Since thou from thy castle first went; And as we believed thou wert far in the East, To revel e'en now we were bent. And if thou'lt allow it, and seek not to chide, We dwarfs will all banquet with pleasure and pride, To honour the wealthy, the beautiful bride"— Says the Count with a smile, half asleep:— "Ye're welcome your quarters to keep!"
Three knights then advance, riding all in a group, Who under the bed were concealed; And then is a singing and noise-making troop Of strange little figures revealed; And wagon on wagon with all kinds of things— The clatter they cause through the ear loudly ring—s The like ne'er was seen save in castles of kings; At length, in a chariot of gold. The bride and the guest, too, behold!
​Then all at full gallop make haste to advance, Each chooses his place in the hall; With whirling and waltzing, and light joyous dance, They begin with their sweethearts the ball. The fife and the fiddle all merrily sound, They twine, and they glide, and with nimbleness bound, They whisper, and chatter, and clatter around; The Count on the scene casts his eye. And seems in a fever to lie.
They hustle, and bustle, and rattle away On table, on bench, and on stool; Then all who had joined in the festival gay With their partners attempt to grow cool. The hams and the sausages nimbly they bear, And meat, fish, and poultry in plenty are there, Surrounded with wine of the vintage most rare; And when they have revelled full long, They vanish at last with a song.
And if we're to sing all that further occurred, Pray cease ye to bluster and prate; For what he so gladly in small saw and heard, He enjoyed and he practised in great. For trumpets, and singing, and shouts without end On the bridal-train, chariots and horsemen attend, They come and appear, and they bow and they bend, In merry and countless array. Thus was it, thus is it to-day.
# The Wild Swans at Coole (Collection)/Note

NOTE
"Unpack the loaded pern," p. 36.
When I was a child at Sligo I could see above my grandfather's trees a little column of smoke from "the pern mill," and was told that "pern" was another name for the spool, as I was accustomed to call it, on which thread was wound. One could not see the chimney for the trees, and the smoke looked as if it came from the mountain, and one day a foreign sea-captain asked me if that was a burning mountain.
W. B. Y.
Printed in the United States of America.
# The Wild Swans at Coole (Collection)/Men Improve With the Years

MEN IMPROVE WITH THE YEARS
I am worn out with dreams; A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams; And all day long I look Upon this lady's beauty As though I had found in book A pictured beauty, Pleased to have filled the eyes Or the discerning ears, Delighted to be but wise, For men improve with the years; And yet and yet Is this my dream, or the truth? O would that we had met When I had my burning youth; But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams.
# The Wild Swans at Coole (Collection)/Presences

PRESENCES
This night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down of the sun I have dreamed That women laughing, or timid or wild, In rustle of lace or silken stuff, Climbed up my creaking stair. They had read All I had rhymed of that monstrous thing Returned and yet unrequited love. They stood in the door and stood between My great wood lectern and the fire
Till I could hear their hearts beating: One is a harlot, and one a child That never looked upon man with desire, And one it may be a queen.
# The Wild Swans at Coole (Collection)/The Balloon of the Mind

THE BALLOON OF THE MIND
Hands, do what you're bid; Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed.
# The Wild Swans at Coole (Collection)/Solomon to Sheba

SOLOMON TO SHEBA
Sang Solomon to Sheba, And kissed her dusky face, 'All day long from mid-day We have talked in the one place, All day long from shadowless noon We have gone round and round In the narrow theme of love Like an old horse in a pound.'
To Solomon sang Sheba, Planted on his knees, 'If you had broached a matter That might the learned please, You had before the sun had thrown Our shadows on the ground Discovered that my thoughts, not it, Are but a narrow pound.'
Sang Solomon to Sheba, And kissed her Arab eyes, 'There's not a man or woman Born under the skies Dare match in learning with us two, And all day long we have found There's not a thing but love can make The world a narrow pound.'
# The Wild Swans at Coole (Collection)/The Cat and the Moon

THE CAT AND THE MOON
The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For wander and wail as he would The pure cold light in the sky Troubled his animal blood. Minnaloushe runs in the grass, Lifting his delicate feet. Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? When two close kindred meet. What better than call a dance, Maybe the moon may learn, Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn. Minnaloushe creeps through the grass From moonlit place to place, The sacred moon overhead Has taken a new phase. Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils Will pass from change to change, And that from round to crescent, From crescent to round they range? Minnaloushe creeps through the grass Alone, important and wise, And lifts to the changing moon His changing eyes.