THE LATE ENGLISH POETS. Matthew Arnold. SOHRAB AND RUSTUM. AN EPISODE. AND the first gray of morning filled the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all the Tartar camp along the stream Was hushed, and still the men were plunged in sleep: Through the black Tartar tents he passed, which stood Clustering like bee-hives on the low flat strand Of Oxus, where the summer floods o'erflow When the sun melts the snows in high Pamere: 'Through the black tents he passed, o'er that low strand, And to a hillock came, a little back From the stream's brink, the spot where first a boat, |