a Shout Within

MAHMUD:
Evil, doubtless; Like all human sounds.
Let me converse with spirits.

HASSAN:
That shout again.

MAHMUD:
This Jew whom thou hast summoned—

HASSAN:
Will be here—

MAHMUD:
When the omnipotent hour to which are yoked
He, I, and all things shall compel—enough! _190
Silence those mutineers—that drunken crew,
That crowd about the pilot in the storm.
Ay! strike the foremost shorter by a head!
They weary me, and I have need of rest.
Kinks are like stars—they rise and set, they have _195
The worship of the world, but no repose.