Alone towards the Table of the dead,

Kehama mov’d; there on the altar-stone

Honey and rice he spread,

There with collected voice and painful tone

He call’d upon his son.

Lo! Arvalan appears.

Only Kehama’s powerful eye beheld

The thin etherial spirit hovering nigh;

Only the Rajah’s ear

Receiv’d his feeble breath.

And is this all? the mournful spirit said,

This all that thou canst give me after death?