Far, dark, along the blue sea glancing, The shadows of the rocks advancing, Start on the fisher's eye like boat Of island-pirate or Mainote; And fearful for his light caique, He shuns the near but doubtful creek: Slowly, yet strongly, plies the oar, Receives him by the lovely light That best becomes an Eastern night. * * * * * * 170 175 Who thundering comes on blackest steed, With slackened bit and hoof of speed? 181 Beneath the clattering iron's sound The caverned echoes wake around In lash for lash, and bound for bound; The foam that streaks the courser's side 185 Seems gathered from the ocean-tide: Though weary waves are sunk to rest, But in thy lineaments I trace What time shall strengthen, not efface: Is scathed by fiery passion's brunt; Though bent on earth thine evil eye, As meteor like thou glidest by, 7 191 195 Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun. On-on he hastened, and he drew 200 My gaze of wonder as he flew: Though like a demon of the night He passed and vanished from my sight, A troubled memory on my breast, The rock relieves him from mine eye; For well I ween unwelcome he Whose glance is fixed on those that flee; 205 210 And not a star but shines too bright On him who takes such timeless flight. 215 He wound along; but ere he passed One glance he snatched, as if his last, A moment checked his wheeling steed, A moment on his stirrup stood Why looks he o'er the olive wood? The crescent glimmers on the hill, 220 The Mosque's high lamps are quivering still : Though too remote for sound to wake In echoes of the far tophaike, 8 The flashes of each joyous peal Are seen to prove the Moslem's zeal. To-night, set Rhamazani's sun; To-night, the Bairam feast's begun; 225 To-night-but who and what art thou 230 Of foreign garb and fearful brow? And what are these to thine or thee, That thou should'st either pause or flee? He stood some dread was on his face, It rose not with the reddening flush But pale as marble o'er the tomb, Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom. 235 His brow was bent, his eye was glazed; 240 He raised his arm, and fiercely raised, And sternly shook his hand on high, As doubting to return or fly: Impatient of his flight delayed, Here loud his raven charger neighed 245 |