Vishtaspa
He went his palace-terraces to win :
"Farewell! I cast me to the quiet plain."
He would have leapt; but lo! a voice spake plain:
"Mortal! thy Master saith: thou shalt not sin."
And at his side, unguess'd, Zoroaster trod . . .
O sudden peace of heart, O deep delight
Of souls outgrown religion's earlier rite.
Yet spent and thirsting for the springs of God,
When lo! at last the Prophet deigns appear
Vishtaspa reign'd in rapture many a year.
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