Then I, as was meet,
Knelt down to the God of my fathers, and rose on my
feet,
And ran o’er the sand burnt to powder.
The tent was unlooped;
I pulled up the spear that obstructed, and under I
stooped;
Hands and knees on the slippery grass-patch, all withered
and gone,
That extends to the second enclosure. I groped
my way on
Till I felt where the foldskirts fly open. Then
once more I prayed, 20
And opened the foldskirts and entered, and was not
afraid
But spoke, “Here is David, thy servant!”
And no voice replied.
At the first I saw naught but the blackness; but soon
I descried
A something more black than the blackness—the
vast, the upright
Main prop which sustains the pavilion: and slow
into sight
Grew a figure against it, gigantic and blackest of
all.
Then a sunbeam, that burst thro’ the tent roof,
showed Saul.
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