THE BLUE DWARF. 
89 
And all my joy and all her crimson flux  
Sprang in a mingled river to the West. 
 
GOVINDA 
 
See how she tears her breast ! 
 
CHAU 
 
She is like a wounded horse  
Gored by some old rogue-elephant.  
For now the mouth springs open, and a yell  
Like the shriek of the throat of hell  
Bursts, and is choked by a vomit of black worms. 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
All this most critically confirms  
Our calculations.  Boy !  the long pale glass  
Fashioned of ambergris and chrysopras.  
Fill it with the old, the ripe Satyrion,  
And bear it to their Majesties.  Anon  
We shall see ? — 
 
GOVINDA 
 
Sure, a son