They should have lived together deep in | Where waves might wash, and seals might woods, breed and lurk; Unseen as sings the nightingale; they were Her hair was dripping, and the very balls Unfit to mix in these thick solitudes Of her black eyes seem'd turn'd to tears, Called social, where all vice and hatred are; and murk How lonely every freeborn creature broods! The sweetest song-birds nestle in a pair; The eagle soars alone; the gull and crow Flock o'er their carrion, just as mortals do. Now pillow'd,cheek to cheek,in loving sleep, A vordless music, and her face so fair Or as the stirring of a deep clear stream She dream'd of being alone on the sea-shore, The sharp rocks look'd below each drop they caught, Which froze to marble as it fell,she thought. Then shrieking,she arose, and shrieking fell, And o'er her upper-lip they seem'd to pour, were Foaning o'er her lone head, so fierce and high Each broke to drown her, yet she could not die. Anon-she was released, and then she stray'd feet, Perchance the death of one she loved too Dear as her father had been to Haidee, I have seen such but must not call to mind. Up Juan sprung to Haidee's bitter shriek, And stumbled almost every step she made; to meet and grasp❜d, And ran, but it escaped her as she clasp'd. call A thousand scimitars await the word, And Haidee clung around him; "Juan, 'tis'Tis Lambro-'tis my father! Kneel with me He will forgive us- -yes-it must be-yes. Thy garment's hem with transport, can it be | She drew up to her height, as if to show That doubt should mingle with my filial joy? A fairer mark; and with a fix'd eye scann'd Deal with me as thou wilt, but spare this Her father's face - but never stopp'd his boy." hand. she on him; 'twas strange the expression was the same; Serenely savage, with a little change I said they were alike, their features and Their stature differing but in sex and years; Even to the delicacy of their hands There was resemblance, such as true blood wears; And now to see them, thus divided, stand In fix'd ferocity, when joyous tears, And sweet sensations, should have welcomed both, Show what the passions are in their full growth. The father paused a moment, then withdrew His weapon, and replaced it; but stood still, And looking on her, as to look her through, "Not 1," he said, "have sought this stranger's ill; Not I have made this desolation: few Would bear such outrage, and forbear to kill; But I must do my duty-how thou hast Done thine, the present vouches for the past. Let him disarm; or, by my father's head. His own shall roll before you like a ball!" He raised his whistle, as the word he said, And blew; another auswer'd to the call. And rushing in disorderly, though led. And arm'd from boot to turban, one and all. Some twenty of his train came, rank on rank; He gave the word," Arrest or slay the Frank." Then, with a sudden movement,he withdrew His daughter; while compress'd within his grasp, Twixt her and Juan interposed the crew; In vain she struggled in her father's grasp His arms were like a serpent's coil: then flew Upon their prey, as darts an angry asp. The file of pirates; save the foremost, who Had fallen, with his right shoulder half cut through. -The second had his cheek lald open; but | She was not one to weep, and rave, and chafe, And then give way, subdued because surrounded: The third, a wary, cool, old sworder, took The last sight which she saw wasJuan's gore, more, Unless when qualified with thee, Cogniac! Her struggles ceased with one convulsive held A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure I leave Don Juan for the present safe- wounded; ran o'er; Yet could his corporal pangs amount to half And her head droop'd as when the lily lies Of those with which his Haidee's bosom O'ercharged with rain: her summon'd hand bounded? maids bore Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes; | Gentle, but without memory, she lay; Of herbs and cordials they produced their And yet those eyes, which they would fail be weaning store, But she defied all means they could employ, Like one life could not hold, nor death destroy. Back to old thoughts, seem'd full of fearfu meaning. Glazed o'er her eyes-the beautiful, the black Oh! to possess such lustre-and then lack! She died, but not alone; she held within Could altogether call the past to mind; There, on the green and village-cotted hill, is (Flank'd by the Hellespont and by the sea) Entomb'd the bravest of the brave, Achilles; In vain the dews of Heaven descend above They say so (Bryant says the contrary) The bleeding flower and blasted fruit of love. | And further downward, tall and towering Thus lived-thus died she; never more on her Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight Which colder hearts endure till they are laid still, is The tumulus- of whom? Heaven knows; 't may be Patroclus, Ajax, or Protesilaus,All heroes who if living still would slay us. High barrows, without marble, or a name, That isle is now all desolate and bare, The quiet sheep feeds, and the tortoise crawls; Some shepherds (unlike Paris), led to stare bear; Extremely taken with his own religion, Don Juan, here permitted to emerge Forlorn, and gazing on the deep blue surge, A few brief questions; and the answers gave He saw some fellow-captives, who appear'd In their vocation, had not been attack'd, |