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The Singing Caravan
A Sufi Tale

The Singing Caravan A Sufi Tale

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THE SINGING CARAVAN

A SUFI TALE

BY

ROBERT VANSITTART

Each man is many as a caravan;
His straggling selves collect in tales like these.
Only the love of one can make him one.
Who takes the Sufi Way—the Way of Peace?

NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
1919

Printed in Great Britain


IN MEMORIAM

MY BROTHER ARNOLD

2nd Lieutenant, 11th Hussars
KILLED IN ACTION NEAR YPRES
MAY 1915

In twenty years of lands and seas and cities
I had small joy and sought for it the more,
Thinking: "If ever I am πολύμητις,
'Tis yours to draw upon the hard-won store."
I had some bouts from Samarkand to Paris,
And took some falls 'twixt Sweden and Sudan.
If I was slow and patient learning parries,
I hoped to teach you when you were a man.
I cannot fall to whining round the threshold
Where Death awaited you. I lack the skill
Of hands for ever working out a fresh hold
On life. In mystic ways I serve you still.
The age of miracles is not yet ended.
As on the humble feast of Galilee
Surely a touch of heaven has descended
On the cheap earthen vessel, even on me,
Whose weak content—the soul I travail under—
Unstable as water, to myself untrue,
God's mercy makes an everlasting wonder,
Stronger than life or death, my love of you.

I am indebted to Mr. Arthur Humphreys, Mr. John Murray, and the Editor of the Spectator for kind permission to reproduce a few of the shorter poems in this tale of Persian mystics. I have included them, firstly, because I wished otherwise new work, being a memorial, to include such fragments of the past as might be worth preserving; secondly, because decreasing leisure inspires a diffidence in the future that may justify me in asking a reader or a friend to judge or remember me only by "Foolery" and "The Singing Caravan."

R. V.


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