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his eyes, And his head swam, and he sunk down to earth. 690 But Sohrab crawl'd to where he lay, and cast His arms about his neck, and kiss'd his lips, And with fond faltering fingers strok'd his cheeks, Trying to call him back to life: and life Came back to Rustum, and he op'd his eyes, 695 And they stood wide with horror; and he seiz'd In both his hands the dust which lay around, And threw it on his head, and smirch'd his hair, His hair, and face, and beard, and glittering arms: And strong convulsive groanings shook his breast, 700 And his sobs chok'd him; and he clutch'd his sword, To draw it, and for ever let life out. But Sohrab saw his thought, and held his hands, And with a soothing voice he spoke, and said:-- [_Father and son embrace. "Would that the Oxus were flowing over me!" says the unhappy father_.] "Father, forbear: for I but meet to-day 705 The doom that at my birth was written down In Heaven, and thou art Heaven's unconscious hand. Surely my heart cried out that it was thou, When first I saw thee; and thy heart spoke too, I know it: but fate trod those promptings down 710 Under its iron heel; fate, fate engag'd The strife, and hurl'd me on my father's spear. But let us speak no more of this: I find My father; let me feel that I have found. Come, sit beside me on this sand, and take 715 My head betwixt thy hands, and kiss my cheeks, And wash them with thy tears, and say, 'My Son!' Quick! quick! for number'd are my sands of life, And swift; for like the lightning to this field I came, and like the wind I go away-- 720 Sudden, and swift, and like a passing wind, But it was writ in Heaven that this should be." So said he: and his voice releas'd the heart Of Rustum, and his tears broke forth; he cast His arms round his son's neck, and wept aloud, 725 And kiss'd him. And awe fell on both the hosts When they saw Rustum's grief; and Ruksh, the horse, With his head bowing to the ground, and mane Sweeping the dust, came near, and in mute woe First to the one then to the other mov'd 730 His head, as if enquiring what their grief Might mean; and from his dark, compassionate eyes, The big warm tears roll'd down, and cak'd the sand. But Rustum chid him with
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