seen
  Green fields, deep shady groves, and peaceful homes. 
  ’Tis here those mountains, that kept zealous guard
  O’er Pampa, fade away from view, as if
  To make amends for past unkindliness,
  So leaving her to shoot into the plain
  And watering Vijiapore and countless lands: 
  ’Twas here the village stood of Chengalpore,
  The scene of many noble deeds of man
  And woman’s high devotion to her lord. 
  ’Twas here one crowded hour of Timma’s life
  Was worth his country’s brightest annals, rich
  In spoils of war and deeds of valiant men. 
  In that one hour of all his glorious life
  He won a kingdom and a bride, for whom
  He left that kingdom never to return;
  And this the story of that glorious hour. 
    One day the news to Vijiapore was brought: 
  The elephant whose rich caparisoned back
  The king, to please his subjects, once a year
  Rode on, his keeper in a sudden fit
  Of frenzy killed, and dreadful havoc wrought
  Amongst the royal steeds in Chengalpore;
  And now the mandate from the king went forth
  That Timmaraj should slay his fav’rite beast,
  For e’en the stoutest warrior of the land
  Dared not approach him in his frenzied mood. 
  Then ’twas that Chandra suddenly her mind
  Declared and boldly spake in words like these: 
  “It is not meet, dear father, that thou shouldst
  So lightly use our only warrior’s life,
  Who won so many battles for his king
  And added nought but glory and renown
  Unto his country, and bid him thus fling
  His life away before a beast insane. 
  Thou knowest well thy foes are ever bent
  On wresting from thine hands this ancient crown,
  And he alone it is that often curbs
  Their pride.  Yes, Timmaraj shall slay the beast,
  But grant my pray’r that he shall marry me,
  For often hast thou said that womanhood
  I long ago attained, and soon should wed
  One, therefore, worthy of our ancient house,
  And gladly will I wed that warrior bold,
  That shall, before to-morrow’s sun has set,
  Unto the portals of thy palace here
  Bring dead the beast, that now at Chengalpore
  Is working havoc on thy noble steeds.” 
  The king to this his consent gladly gave,
  Assured that Timma by the angry beast
  Would be destroyed and never would return;
  And so the second mandate was proclaimed
  And sent to Chandra’s other suitors too,
  That he shall win the daughter of the king
  Who slays the beast before the morrow’s close.
  The morrow came, and, ere the warrior youth
  Leapt on his faithful steed, at early morn,
  A maiden stood before his gate and said,
  “Brave youth! thy Chandra sent me here to say
  Thou shouldst not fear to boldly face the beast;
  Shouldst thou come victor back, she will be thine
  And thine for ever even after death. 
  But shouldst thou flee from him to save