Just then, a day-beam through the shade Broke tremulous but, ere the maid Can see from whence the brightness steals, ! Blest power of sunshine! genial Day, R That they had ris'n from darkness then, And breath'd the sunny world again! But soon this balmy freshness fled For now the steepy labyrinth led Through damp and gloom-'mid crash of boughs, And fall of loosen'd crags that rouse The leopard from his hungry sleep, Who, starting, thinks each crag a prey, And long is heard from steep to steep, Chasing them down their thundering way ! And that eternal, saddening sound Of torrents in the glen beneath, As 'twere the ever-dark Profound That rolls beneath the Bridge of Death! All, all is fearful — ev'n to see, To gaze on those terrific things She now but blindly hears, would be Relief to her imaginings!" Since never yet was shape so dread, But Fancy, thus in darkness thrown, And by such sounds of horror fed, Could frame more dreadful of her own. But does she dream? has Fear again Come from the gloom, low whispering near "Tremble not, love, thy Gheber's here?" She does not dream all sense, all ear, She drinks the words, "Thy Gheber's here." 'Twas his own voice - she could not err Throughout the breathing world's extent There was but one such voice for her, And to some meaner minstrel's lay A breath of the beloved one! "The nightin 4 A frequent image among the oriental poets. gales warbled their enchanting notes, and rent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose . Jami. وو Though blest, 'mid all her ills, to think Whose smile, though met on ruin's brink, A Moslem maid the child of him, Whose bloody banner's dire success Hath left their altars cold and dim, And their fair land a wilderness ! And, worse than all, that night of blood The sword, that once hath tasted food "Save him, my God!" she inly cries — "Save him this night and if thine eyes "Have ever welcom'd with delight "The sinner's tears, the sacrifice "Of sinners' hearts-guard him this night, "And here, before thy throne, I swear "From my heart's inmost core to tear "Love, hope, remembrance, though they be "Link'd with each quivering life-string there, "And give it bleeding all to Thee! "Let him but live, the burning tear, "The sighs, so sinful yet so dear, "Which have been all too much his own, "Shall from this hour be Heaven's alone. "Youth pass'd in penitence, and age "In long and painful pilgrimage, "Shall leave no traces of the flame "That wastes me now nor shall his name "E'er bless my lips, but when I pray "For his dear spirit, that away "Casting from its angelic ray "Th' eclipse of earth, he too may shine |