Can I endure the pangs of fruitless flame
For thee."
He tried to speak, but anger choked
His breath, and, muttering something, "Die than slip
From right." He moved to walk away; but she
Caught Sarang by his cloak, which he, in haste
To fly, left in her grasp, and through the park
Over the flower and plant like whirlwind passd and climbed
The garden wall and jumped he down. And there
With sweep majestic flowed Godavary's stream.
He stood a moment on its bank, while rolled
Within his brain, like to a horrid dream,
The events late. A moment cast a crazy look
Upon the stream below, and, as if it were
Oblivion's flood, dashed into the river and reached
The other shore.
Part - 2
The noon was far advanced; the monarch left
The tents, and sought where freshening to the eye
The forest trees a shady bower made.
Wearied with morning's mirth, all nature sank to rest
And not the slightest stir was there, save where
The streamlet gurgled over the distant slope,
And butterflies, like the spirits of the wood, among
The foliage moved. And there he laid him down
Upon the grass, and wearied with the chase
Soon sunk to sleep and dreamt.
"It was moonlight
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