人 "To glad me with its soft black eye, "But when it came to know me well, "And love me, it was sure to die! "Of all I ever dreamt or knew, "To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, "Oh misery! must I lose that too? "Yet go on peril's brink we meet; "Those frightful rocks—that treacherous sea"No, never come again though sweet, 66 Though heaven, it may be death to thee. "Farewell - and blessings on thy way, "Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger! "Better to sit and watch that ray, "And think thee safe, though far away, 66 "Than have thee near me, and in danger!" Danger! — oh, tempt me not to boast " The youth exclaimed - "thou little knowest "What he can brave, who, born and nurst "In Danger's paths, has dared her worst; "Upon whose ear the signal-word "Of strife and death is hourly breaking; "Who sleeps with head upon the sword "His fevered hand must grasp in waking. "Danger!" Say on thou fear'st not then, oft meet again? beneath the skies "I now fear nothing but those eyes. they, only they, "We meet no more;- why, why did Heaven 66 Mingle two souls that earth has riven, "Has rent asunder wide as ours? "Oh, Arab maid, as soon the Powers "As I be linked with thee or thine! "Holy ALLA Save "His gray head from that lightning glance! "Thou knowest him not- he loves the brave; "Nor lives there under heaven's expanse "One who would prize, would worship thee "And thy bold spirit, more than he. "Oft when, in childhood, I have played "With the bright falchion by his side, "I've heard him swear his lisping maid "In time should be a warrior's bride. "And still, whene'er at Harem hours, "I take him cool sherbets and flowers, "He tells me, when in playful mood, "A hero shall my bridegroom be, "Since maids are best in battle wooed, "And won with shouts of victory! "Nay, turn not from me - thou alone : "Art formed to make both hearts thy own. "Go-join his sacred ranks - thou knowest "Th' unholy strife these Persians wage: "Good Heaven, that frown!—even now thou glow'st "With more than mortal warrior's rage. "Haste to the camp by morning's light, "And, when that sword is raised in fight, "Oh, still remember, Love and I "Beneath its shadow trembling lie! "One victory o'er those Slaves of Fire, "Those impious Ghebers, whom my sire "Abhors" 66 'Hold, hold thy words are death" The stranger cried, as wild he flung His mantle back, and showed beneath The Gheber belt that round him clung.— “Here, maiden, look weep - blush to see "All that thy sire abhors in me! "Yes - I am of that impious race, 232 "Those Slaves of Fire who, morn and even, "Hail their Creator's dwelling-place "Among the living lights of heaven: 288 "Yes I am of that outcast few, -- "TO IRAN and to vengeance true, |