Book, Chapter

1   3, 1|     in the pathless woods is mine,~For my father, promise-fettered,
2   3, 1|       years of banishment be mine,~Brave in sorrow and in
3   3, 1|     in the pathless woods is mine!"~Rama spake, and soft-eyed
4   3, 8|      slain!~Lay thy hands on mine, Kausalya, wipe thy unavailing
5   3, 8|      s ear,~Lay thy hands on mine, Sumitra, vision falls my
6   4, 6|       but a thrill of joy is mine,~Thus to see thy youth and
7   9, 9|    when deserts and fame are mine,~How they scan with curious
8  12, 4| empire may she once again be mine!"~