The Ballad of the Last Suttee.

[Not many years ago a King died in the Rajpoot States. His
wives, disregarding the orders of the English against suttee, would
have broken out of the palace had not the gates been barred. But
one of them, disguised as the King’s favourite dancing-girl, passed
through the line of guards and reached the pyre. There her courage
failing, she prayed her cousin, a baron of the court, to kill her.
This he did, not knowing who she was.]
Udai Chand lay sick to death1
In his hold by Gungra hill.2
All night we heard the death-gongs ring3
For the soul of the dying Rajpoot King,4
All night beat up from the women’s wing5
A cry that we could not still.6
All night the barons came and went,7
The lords of the outer guard ;8
All night the cressets glimmered pale9
On Ulwar sabre and Tonk jezail,10
Mewar headstall and Marwar mail,11
That clinked in the palace yard.12
In the golden room on the palace roof13
All night he fought for air ;14
And there was sobbing behind the screen,15
Rustle and whisper of women unseen,16
And the hungry eyes of the Boondi Queen17
On the death she might not share.18
He passed at dawn—the bale-fire leaped19
From ridge to river-head,20
From the Malwa plains to the Abu scaurs ;21
And wail upon wail went up to the stars22
Behind the grim zenana-bars,23
When they knew that the King was dead.24
The dumb priest knelt to tie his mouth25
And robe him for the pyre.26
The Boondi Queen beneath us cried :27
See, now, that we die as our mothers died28
In the bridal bed, by our master’s side !29
Out, women !— to the fire !”30
We drove the great gates home apace ;31
White hands were on the sill ;32
But ere the rush of the unseen feet33
Had reached the turn to the open street,34
The bars shot back, the guard-drum beat35
We held the dove-cote still.36
A face looked down in the gathering day,37
And laughing spoke from the wall :38
Ohé, they mourn here ; let me by39
Azizun, the Lucknow nautch-girl, I !40
When the house is rotten, the rats must fly,41
And I seek another thrall.42
For I ruled the King as ne’er did Queen,—43
To-night the Queens rule me !44
Guard them safely, but let me go,45
Or ever they pay the debt they owe46
In scourge and torture !” —She leaped below,47
And the grim guard watched her flee.48
They knew that the King had spent his soul49
On a North-bred dancing-girl ;50
That he prayed to a flat-nosed Lucknow god,51
And kissed the ground where her feet had trod,52
And doomed to death at her drunken nod,53
And swore by her lightest curl.54
We laid him down in his fathers’ place,55
Where the tombs of the Sun-born stand ;56
Where the grey apes swing, and the peacocks preen57
On fretted pillar and jewelled screen,58
And the wild boar couch in the house of the Queen59
On the drift of the desert sand.60
The herald read his titles forth,61
We set the logs aglow :62
Friend of the English, Free from Fear,63
Baron of Luni to Jeysulmeer,64
Lord of the Desert of Bikaneer,65
King of the Jungle,—go !66
All night the red flame stabbed the sky67
With wavering wind-tossed spears ;68
And out of a shattered temple crept69
A woman, who veiled her head and wept,70
And called on the King,—but the Great King slept,71
And turned not for her tears.72
Small thought had he to mark the strife—73
Cold fear with hot desire74
When thrice she leaped from the leaping flame,75
And thrice she beat her breast for shame,76
And thrice like a wounded dove she came77
And moaned about the fire.78
One watched, a bow-shot from the blaze,79
The silent streets between,80
Who had stood by the King in sport and fray,81
To blade in ambush or boar at bay,82
And he was a baron old and gray,83
And kin to the Boondi Queen.84
He spake : “ O shameless, put aside85
The veil upon thy brow !86
Who held the King and all his land87
To the wanton will of a harlot’s hand !88
Will the white ash rise from the blistered brand ?89
Stoop down, and call him now !”90
Then she : “ By the faith of my tarnished soul,91
All things I did not well92
I had hoped to clear ere the fire died,93
And lay me down by my master’s side94
To rule in Heaven his only bride,95
While the others howl in Hell.96
But I have felt the fire’s breath,97
And hard it is to die !98
Yet if I may pray a Rajpoot lord99
To sully the steel of a Thakur’s sword100
With base-born blood of a trade abhorred ”–101
And the Thakur answered, “ Aye.”102
He drew and smote ; the straight blade drank103
The life beneath the breast.104
I had looked for the Queen to face the flame,105
But the harlot dies for the Rajpoot dame106
Sister of mine, pass, free from shame,107
Pass with thy King to rest !”108
The black log crashed above the white ;109
The little flames and lean,110
Red as slaughter and blue as steel,111
That whistled and fluttered from head to heel,112
Leaped up anew,—as they found their meal113
On the heart of the Boondi Queen !114