Kambalu Interlude
"I thought before your tale began,"
The student murmured, "we should have some legend written by Judah Rav
In his Gemara of Baylon;
Or something from the Gulistan, --
The Tale of the Cazy of Hamadan,
Or of that King of Khorasan
Who saw in dreams the eyes of one
That had a hundred years been dead
Still moving restless in his head,
Undimmed, and gleaming with the lust
Of power, though all the rest owas dust.
"But lo! your glittering caravan
On the road that leadeth to Ispahan
Hath led us farther to the East
Into the regions of Cathay.
Spite of your Kalif and his gold,
Pleasant has been the tale you told,
And full of color; that at least
No one will question nor gainsay.
And yet on such a dismal day
We need a merrier tale to clear
The dark and heavy atmosphere.
So listen, Lordlings, while I tell,
Without a preface, what befell
A simple cobbler, in the year--
No matter; it was long ago;
And that is all we need to know."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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