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Who that beheld that Sun upon thee set, 1230
The Sun hath sunk—and, darker than the night, Sinks with its beam upon the beacon heightMedora's heart—the third day's come and goneWith it he comes not-sends not-faithless one! The wind was fair though light; and storms were
Last eve Anselmo's bark returned, and yet
The night breeze freshens-she that day had past
It came at last--a sad and shattered boat,
She saw at once, yet sunk not-trembled not~
weptAll lost—that softness died not—but it slept; And o’er its slumber rose that Strength which said, “ With nothing left to love-there's nought to dread.”
1271 'Tis more than nature's; like the burning might Delirium gathers from the fever's height.
" Silent you
stand-nor would I hear you tell What-speak not-breathe not-for I know it
well“ Yet would I ask—almost my lip denies “ The-quick your answer-tell me where he lies ?"
Lady! we know not-scarce with life we fled; “ But here is one denies that he is dead : 1279 “He saw him bound; and bleeding—but alive."
She heard no further—'twas in vain to strive-
IV. In that wild council words waxed warm and strange, With thoughts of ransom, rescue, and revenge ; All, save repose or flight: still lingering there Breathed Conrad's spirit, and forbade despair; Whate'er his fate--the breasts he formed and led, Will save him living, or appease him dead. Woe to his foes! there yet survive a few, 1300 Whose deeds are daring, as their hearts are true.
Within the Haram's secret chamber sate
Stern Seyd, still pondering o'er his Captive's fate;