The World’s Tragedy

THE BLUE DWARF. 89 And all my joy and all her crimson flux Sprang in a mingled river to the West. GOVINDA See how she tears her breast ! CHAU She is like a wounded horse Gored by some old rogue-elephant. For now the mouth springs open, and a yell Like the shriek of the throat of hell Bursts, and is choked by a vomit of black worms. ALEXANDER All this most critically confirms Our calculations. Boy ! the long pale glass Fashioned of ambergris and chrysopras. Fill it with the old, the ripe Satyrion, And bear it to their Majesties. Anon We shall see ? — GOVINDA Sure, a son