Robert Southey,
Thalaba the Destroyer
“ Where the Destroyer who one day shall wield The Sword that is circled with fire? Race accursed, try your charms! Masters of the mighty Spell, Mutter o’er your words of power! Ye can shatter the dwellings of man, Ye can open the womb of the rock, Ye can shake the foundations of earth, But not the Word of God: But not one letter can ye change Of what his Will hath written! Who shall seek thro’ Araby Hodeirah’s dreaded son? They mingle the Arrows [26] of Chance The lot of Abdaldar is drawn. Thirteen moons must wax and wane Ere the Sorcerer quit his quest. ”
