Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1873-05-03
A NEW PoER By LoSGFELLoIY.
SCANDERBEG,

ON the day Of Pentecost:
And in ron. before his path
From the field of battle red
Flee all that are not dead
OF the army Of Amurath.
In the darkness OF the night
Islander, the pride and boast
on that mighty Gilman host,
With his routed Turks, takes fight
From the battle fought and lost
On the day of PentecOst;
Leaving behind him dead
The army Of AmErath,
The vanguard a. il led,
The TearguaTd as IL fled,
MOwn down in the bloody swath
Oftke battles aftermath.
But he cared not for HOspodars,
Nor for Baron or VoivOde
A on through the night he rode,
And gazed at the fatal stars
That were shining overhead;
But SmOte his steed with his staff,
And smiled tO himself and said:
% This is the time to laugh"
In the middle Of the night,
In halt OF the hurrying fight,
There came Scribe of the Hing
Wearing this negis ringi
And said ina voice severe:
% This is the first dark blot
On thy name, George CastriOti
Alas! why art thou here.
And the army of Amurath slain,
And left on the battle plain?'
And Islander answered. and said:
I" They Ire on the bloody sod
By the hOOfs of horses trOd;
But this was the decree
OF the watchers overhead;
For the war belOngeth 10 God,
And in battle who are we,
Who are we, that shall withstand
The wind OF his lifted hand?''
Then he babe them bind with chainsI
Tins man OF books and brains;
And the Scribe said: =. What mis,leed
Have I done, that without need,
Thou dOest to me this thng?''
And Islander answering
Said unto him: /" Not one
Misdeed TO me hast thou done;
But for fear that thou shOuldst run
And hide thySelf from me,
Have done this unto thee.
Now write me a writing. o Scribe,
And blessing be on thy tribe,
A writing sealed with thy ring,
To King Amurah Pasha
In the city OF Croia,
The city mOated and walled,
That he surrender the same
In the name of my master, the King;
For what is writ in his name
Can never be recalled"
And the Scribe bowed low in dread,
And unto Iskanler said;
"Aiiah II great and Just.
We are but ashes and dusti
How shall do this thing,
When know that my guilty head
Will be forfeit 10 the King?''
Then swift a a shooting star
The carved and shining blade
OF Islanders scimitar
From its sheath, with jewels bright,
Shot, a. he Numbered: - Writer
And the trembling Scribe obeyed,
nj wrote in the ftful glare
OF the bivousc fire apart,
With the chill of the midnight air
On his forehead white and bare,
And the chill of death in his heart.
Then again ISLANDER cried;
a. Now follow whittier ride,
For here thou must not STAY.
Thou shalt be n nv dearest friend,
And honors without end
Shall surround thee on every side,
And attend thee night and day"
But the sullen Scribe replied:
Our pathways here divide;
Mine leadeth not thy way"
AMI even as he spoke
Fell a sudden scimitar stroke,
When no enc else was near;
AndtEe Scribe sank to the ground.
A. a stone, pushed from the brink
OF black pool, might sink
With a sob and disappear;
And no one saw the deed;
And IN the stiffness around
No sound was heard but the sound
of the hOOfs of Islanders steed,
As forward he sprang with a bound.
Then forward be rode AMI afar,
With scarce three hundred men,
Through river and forest and fen,
Ger the mountain of Argentar;
And his heart was merry within
when he crossed the river Drin,
And saw in the CLEAN OF the morn
The White Castle Ak-Hissar,
The city CrOia called,
The city mOated and walled,
The city where he was born
And above II tie morning star.
Then his trumpeters in the van
ON their silver bugles blew,
And in crowds about him ran
Albanian and Turkoman,
That the sound together drew,
And he Toasted with his friends,
And when they were warm with wine,
He said: 80. friends OF mine,
Behold what fortune sends,
And what the fates designi
King Amurath commands
That nv fathers wide domain,
This city and all its lands,
Shall be given to me again.''
Then TO the Castle White
He rode in regal state,
And entered in at the gate
In all its arms bedight,
And gave to the Pasha
Who ruled in CrOia
The writing OF the King.
Sealed with his signet ring,
And the Pasha bowed his head,
And after a silence said
:. Allah Is Just and great,
yield to the viii divine,
The city and lands are thine:
Who shall contend with fate?''
Anon from the castle walls
The crescent banner falls.
And the crowd beholds instead,
Like a potent in the sky,
Islanders banner f,y,
The Black Eagle with double head;
And q shout asscends on high,
For men souls are tired of the Turks.
And their wicked WAYS and works,
That have made of Ak Hissar
A city Of the plague;
AMI the loud, eXultaIt cry
That echoes wide and far
i, Long live Scanderbeg.'
IL was thus Islander came
Once more unto his own;
And the tidinys, like the fame
OF cOnflagratiOn blown
BY the winds OF summer, ran,
Till the land was i'm a blaze,
And the cities far and near,
Sayeth Ben Joshua Ben Meir,
In his Book of the Words Of the Days,
s'Were taken As a man
Would take the tip OF his ear"
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