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THE PALACE OF OMARTES, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Omartes, king of the wide plains
Last Line: Shivered, and, parting, round him wrapt his mantle.
Alternate Author Name(s): Bulwer, Edward; Lytton Of Knebworth, 1st Baron; Lytton, Edward George Earle Bulwer, Lord
Subject(s): Russia; Soviet Union; Russians


OMARTES, king of the wide plains which, north
Of Tanais, pasture steeds for Scythian Mars,
Forsook the simple ways
And nomad tents of his unconquered fathers;

And in the fashion of the neighboring Medes,
Built a great city girt with moat and wall,
And in the midst thereof
A regal palace dwarfing piles in Susa,

With vast foundations rooted into earth,
And crested summits soaring into heaven,
And gates of triple brass,
Siege-proof as portals wielded by the Cyclops.

One day Omartes, in his pride of heart,
Led his high priest, Telentias, through his halls,
And chilled by frigid looks,
When counting on warm praise, asked, "What is wanting?

"Where is beheld the palace of a king,
So stored with all that doth a king beseem;
The woofs of Phrygian looms,
The gold of Colchis, and the pearls of Ormus,

"Couches of ivory sent from farthest Ind,
Sidonian crystal, and Corinthian bronze,
Egypt's vast symbol gods,
And those imagined unto men by Hellas;

"Stored not in tents that tremble to a gale,
But chambers firm-based as the Pyramids,
And breaking into spray
The surge of Time as Gades breaks the ocean?"

"Nor thou nor I the worth of these things now
Can judge; we stand too near them," said the sage.
"None till they reach the tomb
Scan with just eye the treasures of the palace.

"But for thy building, -- as we speak, I feel
Through all the crannies pierce an icy wind
More bitter than the blasts
Which howled without the tents of thy rude fathers.

"Thou hast forgot to bid thy masons close
The chinks of stone against Calamity."
The sage inclined his brow,
Shivered, and, parting, round him wrapt his mantle.





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