34Canto XXXIV. Ráma In The Palace.The dark incomparable chief Whose eye was like a lotus leaf, Cried to the mournful charioteer, “Go tell my sire that I am here.” Sumantra, sad and all dismayed, The chieftain's order swift obeyed. Within the palace doors he hied And saw the king, who wept and sighed. Like the great sun when wrapped in shade Like fire by ashes overlaid, Or like a pool with waters dried, So lay the world's great lord and pride, A while the wise Sumantra gazed On him whose senses woe has dazed, Grieving for Ráma. Near he drew With