Pressed to his heart in the thick of the fight. "Fire the palace, the fort, and the keep— Leave to the foeman no spoil at all. In the flame of the palace lie down and sleep If the dove, if the dove—if the homing dove Come and alone to the palace wall." The Kings of the North they were scattered abroad— The Rajah of Dacca he slew them all. Hot from slaughter he stooped at the ford, And the dove—the dove—oh, the homing dove! She thought of her cote on the palace wall. [206] She opened her wings and she flew away— Fluttered away beyond recall; She came to the palace at break of day. Dove—dove—oh, homing dove! Flying so fast for a kingdom's fall. The Queens of Dacca they slept in flame— Slept in the flame of the palace old— To save their honour from Moslem shame.
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