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Seek shelter in some caverned gulf,
Or o'er the hill tops disappear.
Through jungle, brake, and brushwood crashing,
Still do the hunter train sweep on—
A dazzling meteor brightly flashing!
A moment's space, and it is gone,
Leaving the forest's deep recess
In all its native loneliness.
When from the jovial chase returned
His tranquil home the Omrah sought,
For him the perfumed tapers burned,
And upon glittering trays were brought
To spread the hospitable board,
The ample feast, whose dainty fare
Invited by their bounteous lord,
The Zumeendars and vassals share—
Rose water, paan and spices prest
Profusely on each welcomed guest.
The Jumna's finny tribes appear
With quarters of the hunted deer;
