These dazzling eyes, before whose shrouded might He raised his veil-the Maid turn'd slowly round, Look'd at him-shriek'd-and sunk upon the ground: On their arrival, next night, at the place of encampment, they were surprised and delighted to find the groves all around illuminated; some artists of Yamtcheou having been sent on previously for the purpose. On each side of the green alley which led to the Royal Pavilion, artificial sceneries of bamboo-work were erected, representing arches, minarets, and towers, from which hung thousands of silken lanterns, painted by the most delicate pencils of Canton. Nothing could be mote beautiful than the leaves of the mango-trees and acacias, shining in the light of the bamboo-scenery, which shed a lustre round as soft as that of the nights of Peristan. LALLA ROOKH, however, who was too much occupied by the sad story of ZELICA and her lover to give a thought to anything else, except, perhaps, him who related it, hurried on through this scene of splendour to her pavilion,-greatly to the mortification of the poor artists of Yamtcheou,-and was followed with equal rapidity by the Great Chamberlain, cursing, as he went, that ancient Mandarin, whose parental anxiety, in lighting up the shores of the lake, where his beloved daughter had wandered and been lost, was the origin of these fantastic Chinese illuminations. Without a moment's delay young FERAMORZ was introduced, and FADLADEEN, who could never make up his mind as to the merits of a poet, till he knew the religious sect to which he belonged, was about to ask him whether he was a Shia or a Sooni, when LALLA ROOKH impatiently clapped her hands for silence, and the youth, being seated upon the musnud near her, proceeded :— PREPARE thy soul, young AZIM!-thou hast brav'd Now led against thee; and, let conq'rors boast A young, warm spirit against beauty's char Who feels her brightness, yet defies her thrall, Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights And busy shapes proclaim the toilet's rites ;From room to room the ready handmaids hie, Some skill'd to wreathe the turban tastefully, Or hang the veil, in negligence of shade, O'er the warm blushes of the youthful maid, Who, if between the folds but one eye shone, Like SEBA'S Queen could vanquish with that one:While some bring leaves of Henna, to imbue The fingers' ends with a bright roseate hue, So bright, that in the mirror's depth they seem And others mix the Kohol's jetty dye, To give that long, dark languish to the eye, Which makes the maids, whom kings are proud to cul All is in motion; rings and plumes and pearls Are gone by moonlight to the garden-beds, Meanwhile, through vast illuminated halls, Silent and bright, where nothing but the falls Of fragrant waters, gushing with cold sound Bursts on his sight, boundless and bright as noon Here too he traces the kind visitings Of woman's love in those fair, living things Of land and wave, whose fate-in bondage thrown For their weak loveliness-is like her own! On one side gleaming with a sudden grace Through water, brilliant as the crystal vase In which it undulates, small fishes shine, Like golden ingots from a fairy mine; While, on the other, lattic'd lightly in With odoriferous woods of COMORIN, Each brilliant bird that wings the air is seen ;— Gay, sparkling loories, such as gleam between The crimson blossoms of the coral tree In the warm isles of India's sunny sea: And those that under Araby's soft sun. So on, through scenes past all imagining, More like the luxuries of that impious King,12 Whom Death's dark Angel, with his lightning torch Struck down and blasted ev'n in Pleasure's porch, |