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By dusk:—the Mirza; gentle Gulbadan
The Persian singer, with the melting voice;
Dark Dilazâr, handsome, and bold, and skilled
To play for every song and step; the maid
Attending them; and last, that Englishman,
That Saheb I knew, lover of India.
Too much her lover! for his heart lived there
How far soever wandered thence his feet.
Some said—amongst the Buddhists—he had dwelled
Of old in Indian towns, and was re-born
In cold, hard, unbelieving Frangestan
Outcast, for ancient faults to expiate;
Some, that in days of the great mutiny,
The dark Mahratta maidens laid the spell
Of love and hidden teachings on his soul;
Some that he dreamed the West and East would meet
On some far day, by some fresh-opened path,
In sisterly new Truths, and strove for that:
I think he did but find Wisdom's wide stream