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And there, upon the mouldering tower,
Hath hung this sea-horn many an hour,
Ready to sound o'er land and sea

That dirge-note of the brave and free.

They came his Chieftains at the call
Came slowly round, and with them all —
Alas, how few! the worn remains

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Of those who late o'er KERMAN's plains
Went gaily prancing to the clash

Of Moorish zel and tymbalon,
Catching new hope from every flash
Of their long lances in the sun
And, as their coursers charg'd the wind,
And the white ox-tails stream'd behind,*
Looking, as if the steeds they rode
Were wing'd, and every Chief a God!
How fall'n, how alter'd now! how wan
Each scarr'd and faded visage shone,

As round the burning shrine they came;

How deadly was the glare it cast,

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As mute they paus'd before the flame

To light their torches as they pass'd !

'Twas silence all the youth had plann'd

The duties of his soldier-band;

And each determin'd brow declares

His faithful Chieftains well know theirs.

But minutes speed — night gems the skies
And oh how soon, ye blessed eyes,

That look from heaven, ye may behold
Sights that will turn your star-fires cold!
Breathless with awe, impatience, hope,
The maiden sees the veteran group
Her litter silently prepare,

And lay it at her trembling feet ;

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And now the youth, with gentle care,
Hath plac'd her in the shelter'd seat,
And press'd her hand that lingering press
Of hands, that for the last time sever;
Of hearts, whose pulse of happiness,

When that hold breaks, is dead for ever.

And yet to her this sad caress

Gives hope so fondly hope can err !

'Twas joy, she thought, joy's mute excess

Their happy flight's dear harbinger;

'Twas warmth

assurance

tenderness

'Twas any thing but leaving her.

"Haste, haste!" she cried, "the clouds grow dark, "But still, ere night, we'll reach the bark; "And, by to-morrow's dawn oh bliss! "With thee upon the sunbright deep, "Far off, I'll but remember this,

"As some dark vanish'd dream of sleep! "And thou " but ha! he answers not

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She now has reach'd that dismal spot,

Where, some hours since, his voice's tone

Had come to soothe her fears and ills,

Sweet as the Angel ISRAFIL'S,'

When every leaf on Eden's tree

Is trembling to his minstrelsy

Yet now-oh now, he is not nigh

"HAFED! my HAFED! if it be

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"Thy will, thy doom this night to die,
"Let me but stay to die with thee,
"And I will bless thy loved name,

""Till the last life-breath leave this frame. "Oh! let our lips, our cheeks be laid

"But near each other while they fade; "Let us but mix our parting breaths, "And I can die ten thousand deaths! "You too, who hurry me away

"So cruelly, one moment stay

"Oh! stay

one moment is not much

"He yet may come -for him I pray
"HAFED! dear HAFED!" all the way
In wild lamentings, that would touch
A heart of stone, she shriek'd his name
To the dark woods no HAFED came:

No-hapless pair― you've looked your last;

Your hearts should both have broken then:

The dream is o'er your doom is cast

You'll never meet on earth again!

Alas for him, who hears her cries!

Still half-way down the steep he stands,

Watching with fix'd and feverish eyes
The glimmer of those burning brands,
That down the rocks, with mournful ray,
Light all he loves on earth away!
Hopeless as they who, far at sea,

By the cold moon have just consign'd
The corse of one, lov'd tenderly,

To the bleak flood they leave behind;
And on the deck still lingering stay,
And long look back, with sad delay,
To watch the moonlight on the wave,
That ripples o'er that cheerless grave.

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From the land side it comes, and loud
Rings through the chasm; as if the crowd
Of fearful things, that haunt that dell,
Its Gholes and Dives and shapes of hell
Had all in one dread howl broke out,
So loud, so terrible that shout!

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