Said, in a tone whose anguish would have riven That tone those looks so chang'd-the withering blight, That sin and sorrow leave where'er they light No, no he sees it all, plain as the brand Of burning shame can mark - whate'er the hand, That could from heav'n and him such brightness sever, 'Tis done to heav'n and him she's lost for ever! 1 "Concerning the vipers, which Pliny says were frequent among the balsam-trees, I made very particular enquiry; several were brought me alive both to Yambo and Jidda.” — Bruce. It was a dreadful moment; not the tears, The lingering, lasting misery of years Could match that minute's anguish all the worst Of sorrow's elements in that dark burst Broke o'er his soul, and, with one crash of fate, "Oh! curse me not," she cried, as wild he toss'd His desperate hand tow'rds heav'n-" though I am lost, "Think not that guilt, that falsehood made me fall, "No, no-'twas grief, 'twas madness did it all! "Nay, doubt me not though all thy love hath ceas'd"I know it hath yet, yet believe, at least, "That every spark of reason's light must be "Quench'd in this brain, ere I could stray from thee! 66 They told me thou wert dead - why, Azim, why "Did we not, both of us, that instant die "When we were parted?-oh! could'st thou but know "With what a deep devotedness of woe "I wept thy absence-o'er and o'er again "Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, "And memory, like a drop that, night and day, "Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away! "Didst thou but know how pale I sat at home, My eyes still turn'd the way thou wert to come, "And, all the long, long night of hope and fear, 66 Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear -- "Oh God! thou would'st not wonder that, at last, "When every hope was all at once o'ercast, "When I heard frightful voices round me say "Azim is dead! - this wretched brain gave way, "And I became a wreck, at random driven, "Without one glimpse of reason or of Heaven"All wild — and ev'n this quenchless love within "Turn'd to foul fires to light me into sin! "Thou pitiest me-I knew thou would'st-that sky "Hath nought beneath it half so lorn as I. "The fiend, who lur'd me hither-hist! come near, "Or thou too, thou art lost, if he should hear "Told me such things-oh! with such devilish art, "As would have ruin'd ev'n a holier heart"Of thee, and of that ever-radiant sphere, "Where bless'd at length, if I but serv'd him here, "I should for ever live in thy dear sight, "And drink from those pure eyes eternal light! "Think, think how lost, how madden'd I must be, "To hope that guilt could lead to God or thee! "Thou weep'st for me-do, weep-oh! that I durst "Kiss off that tear! but, no these lips are curst, one divine caress, 66 They must not touch thee; "I've had within those arms, and that shall lie, "The one sweet drop, in all this waste of woe, "My heart has treasur'd from affection's spring, "To soothe and cool its deadly withering! "But thou yes, thou must go. for ever go; "This place is not for thee - for thee! oh no, "Did I but tell thee half, thy tortur'd brain "Would burn like mine, and mine go wild again! 66 Enough, that Guilt reigns here—that hearts, once "good, "Now tainted, chill'd and broken, are his food.- "ZELICA! ZELICA!" the youth exclaim'd, In all the tortures of a mind inflam'd Almost to madness "by that sacred Heav'n, "Where yet, if pray'rs can move, thou'lt be forgiven, "As thou art here - here, in this writhing heart, "All sinful, wild and ruin'd as thou art! "By the remembrance of our once pure love, "Which, like a church-yard light, still burns above "The grave of our lost souls which guilt in thee "Cannot extinguish, nor despair in me ! "Fly with me from this place, "With thee! oh bliss, " 'Tis worth whole years of torment to hear this. "What! take the lost one with thee?— let her rove "By thy dear side, as in those days of love, "When we were both so happy, both so pure "Too heavenly dream! if there's on earth a cure "For the sunk heart, 'tis this day after day "To be the blest companion of thy way; |