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This wherefore should I not reveal :
He could not see, he would not hear Why wilt thou urge me to conceal ?
Or sound or sign foreboding fear; I know the Pacha's haughty mood
His eye but saw that light of love, To thee hath never boded good:
The only star it hail'd above; And he so often storms at nought,
His ear but rang with Hero's song, Allah! forbid that e'er he ought!
“Ye waves, divide not lovers long!” And why, I know not, but within
That tale is old, but love anew My heart concealment weighs like sin.
May nerve young hearts to prove as true
The winds are high, and Helle's tide
Rolls darkly heaving to the main ; Ah! yonder see the Tchocadar,22
And night's descending shadows hide My father leaves the mimic war;
That field with blood bedew'd in vain, I tremble now to meet his eye
The desert of old Priam's pride; Say, Selim, canst thou tell me why?”
The tombs, sole relics of his reign,
All-save immortal dreams that could beguile XIV.
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle: 66 Zuleika! to thy tower's retreat
III. Betake thee-Giaffir I can greet;
Oh! yet-for there my steps have been; And now with him I fain must prate
These feet have press'd the sacred shore; Of firmans, imposts, levies, state.
These limbs that buoyant wave hath borneThere's fearful news from Danube's bank,
Minstrel ! with thee to muse, to mourn,
To trace again those fields of yore,
Believing every hillock green
Contains no fabled hero's ashes,
And that around the undoubted scene
Thine own “broad Hellespont "23 still dashes, Hath warn’d the troops to food and sleep,
Be long my lot! and cold were he
Who there could gaze denying thee!
The night hath closed on Helle's stream, Nor these will rash intruder climb
Nor yet hath risen on Ida's hill To list our words, or stint our time;
That moon, which shone on his high theme And if he doth, I want not steel
No warrior chides her peaceful beam, Which some have felt, and more may feel.
But conscious shepherds bless it still. Then shalt thou learn of Selim more
Their flocks are grazing on the mound Than thou hast heard or thought before :
Of him who felt the Dardan's arrow: Trust me, Zuleika-fear not me!
That mighty heap of gather'd ground Thou know'st I hold a Haram key."
Which Ammon's 24 son ran proudly rouna
By nations raised, by monarchs crown'd, "Fear thee, my Selim! ne'er till now
Is now a lone and nameless barrow! Did word like this".
Within--thy dwelling-place how naicow; "Delay not thou;
Without-can only strangers breathe I keep the key—and Haroun's guard
The name of him that was beneath: Have some, and hope of more reward.
Dust long outlasts the storied stone,
But thou-thy very dust is gone!
Late, late to-night will Dian cheer
The scatter'd lights that skirt the bay.
All, one by one, have died away;
Is glimmering in Zuleika's tower :
Yes! there is light in that lone chamber, As on that night of stormy water,
And o'er her silken ottoman When Love, who sent, forgot to save
Are thrown the fragrant beads of amber, The young, the beautiful, the brave,
O’er which her fairy fingers ran ;25 The lonely hope of Sestos' daughter.
Near these, with emerald rays beset, Oh! when alone along the sky
(How could she thus that gem forget?) Her turret-torch was blazing high,
Her mother's sainted amulet, 26 Though rising gale, and breaking foam,
Whereon engraved the Koorsee text, And shrieking sea-birds warn’d him home;
Could smooth this life, and win the next; And clouds aloft and tides below,
And by her comboloio 27 lies With signs and sounds, forbade to go,
A Koran of illumined dyes ;
And many a bright emblazon'd rhyme
That dagger, on whose hilt the geri By Persian scribes redeem'd from time;
Were worthy of a diadem, And o'er those scrolls, not oft so mute,
No longer glitter'd at his waist, Reclines her now neglected lute;
Where pistols unadorn'd were braced ; And round her lamp of fretted gold
And from his belt a sabre swung, Bloom flowers in urns of China's mould;
And from his shoulder loosely hung The richest work of Iran's loom,
The cloak of white, the thin capote And Sheeraz' tribute of perfume;
That decks the wandering Candiote : All that can eye or sense delight
Beneath-his golden-plated rest Are gather'd in that gorgeous room :
Clung like a cuirass to his breast; But yet it hath an air of gloom.
The greaves below his knee that wound She, of this Peri cell the sprite,
With silvery scales were sheathed and bound What doth she hence, and on so rude a night? But were it not that high command
Spake in his eye, and tone, and hand,
All that a careless eve could see
In him was some young Galiongée. 28
“I said I was not what I seem’d: With cautious steps the thicket threading,
And now thou seest my words were true And starting oft, as through the glade
I have a tale thou hast not dream'd, The gust its hollow moanings made,
If sooth-its truth must others rue. Till on the smoother pathway treading,
My story now 'twere vain to hide; More free her timid bosom beat,
I must not see thee Osman's bride; The maid pursued her silent guide;
But had not thine own lips declared And though her terror urged retreat,
How much of that young heart I shared, How could she quit her Selim's side ?
I could not, must not, yet have shown How teach her tender lips to chide?
The darker secret of my own.
In this I speak not now of love;
That, let time, truth, and peril prove :
But first-Oh! never wed another-
Zuleika! I am not thy brother!”
« Oh! not my brother !-yet unsayWhere woman's parted soul shall go
God! am I left alone on earth
To mourn I dare not curse--the day
That saw my solitary birth?
Oh! thou wilt love me now no more!
My sinking heart foreboded ill ;
But know me all I was before,
Thy sister-friend-Zuleika still.
Thou led'st me here perchance to kill;
If thou has cause for vengeance, see
My breast is offer'd-take thy fill!
Far better with the dead to be
Than live thus nothing now to thee :
Perhaps far worse, for now I know
Why Giaffir always seem'd thy foe;
And I alas! am Giaffir's child,
For whom thou wert contemn'd, reviled.
If not thy sister-wouldst thou save
My life, Oh! bid me be thy slave !”
“ My slave, Zuleika !-nay, I'm thine; And one was red-perchance with guilt!
But, gentle love, this transport calm : Ah! how without can blood be spilt ?
Thy lot shall yet be link'd with mine; A cup too on the board was set
I swear it by our Prophet's shrine, That did not seem to hold sherbet.
And be that thought thy sorrow's balm. What may this mean? she turn'd to see
So may the Koran 29 verse display'd Her Selim—“Oh! can this be he?"
Upon its steel direct my blade,
In danger's hour to guard us both,
As I preserve that awful oath!
The name in which thy heart hath prided His brow no high-crown'd turban bore,
Must change; but, my Zuleika, know, But in its stead a shawl of red,
That tie is widen'd, not divided, Wreathed lightly round, his temples wore: Although thy Sire's my deadliest foe.
My father was to Giaffir all
Why me the stern usurper spared, That Selim late was deem'd to thee;
Why thus with me his palace shared, That brother wrought a brother's fall,
I know not. Shame, regret, remorse But spared, at least, my infancy;
And little fear from infant's force; And lull'd me with a vain deceit
Besides, adoption as a son That yet a like return may meet.
By him whom Heaven accorded none He rear'd me, not with tender help,
Or some unknown cabal, caprice, But like the nephew of a Cain ;30
Preserved me thus; but not in peace
He cannot curb his haughty mood,
“ Within thy father's house are foes ; Though here I must no more remain.
Not all who break his bread are true But first, belov'd Zuleika! hear
To these should I my birth disclose, How Giaffir wrought this deed of fear.
His days, his very hours were few:
They only want a heart to lead,
A hand to point them to the deed. “ How first their strife to rancor grew,
But Haroun only knows, or knew If love or envy made them foes,
This tale, whose close is almost nigh: It matters little if I knew;
He in Abdallah's palace grew, In fiery spirits, slights, though few
And held that post in his Serai And thoughtless, will disturb repose.
Which holds he here-he saw him die : In war Abdallah's arm was strong,
But what could single slavery do ? Remember'd yet in Bosniac song,
Avenge his lord ? alas ! too late; And Paswan's 31 rebel hordes attest
Or save his son from such a fate : How little love they bore such guest;
He chose the last, and when elate His death is all I need relate,
With foes subdued, or friends betray'd, The stern effect of Giaffir's hate;
Proud Giaffir in high triumph sate, And how my birth disclosed to me,
He led me helpless to his gate,
To save the life for which he pray'd.
The knowledge of my birth secured “When Paswan, after years of strife,
From all and each, but most from me; At last for power, but first for life,
Thus Giaffir's safety was insured. In Widin's walls too proudly sate,
Removed he too from Roumelie Our Pachas rallied round the state;
To this our Asiatic side, Nor last nor least in high command
Far from our seats by Danube's tide, Each brother led a separate band;
With none but Haroun, who retains They gave their horsetails 32 to the wind,
Such knowledge-and that Nubian feels And, mustering in Sophia's plain,
A tyrant's secrets are but chains, Their tents were pitch'd, their post assign'd; From which the captive gladly steals, To one, alas ! assign’d in vain !
And this and more to me reveals : What need of words ? the deadly bowl,
Such still to guilt just Alla sends-
Slaves, tools, accomplices--no friends!
“ All this, Zuleika, harshly sounds; He, when the hunter's sport was up,
But harsher still my tale must be: But little deem'd a brother's wrath
Howe'er, my tongue thy softness wounds, To. quench his thirst had such a cup:
Yet I must prove all truth to thee. The bowl a bribed attendant bore;
I saw thee start this garb to see, He drank one draught, 33 nor needed more!
Yet is it one I oft have worn, If thou my tale, Zuleika, doubt,
And long must wear: this Galiongée, Call Haroun-he can tell it out.
To whom thy plighted vow is sworn,
Is leader of those pirate hordes,
Whose laws and lives are on their swords ; “ The deed once done, and Paswan's feud
To hear whose desolating tale In part suppress'd, though ne'er subdued,
Would make thy waning cheek more pale; Abdallah's Pachalick was gain’d:
Those arms thou see'st my band have brought ; Thou know'st not what in our Divan
The hands that wield are not remote; Can wealth procure for worse than man
This cup too for the rugged knaves Abdallah's honors were obtain'd
Is fill'd-once quaff'd, they ne'er repine; By him a brother's murder stain'd;
Our Prophet might forgive the slaves; 'Tis true, the purchase nearly drain'd
They're only infidels in wine.
“What could I be? Proscribed at home, His gains repay his broiling brow!
And taunted to a wish to roam;
And listless left --for Giaffir's fear
Ah! let me like the ocean patriarch 37 roam, Denied the courser and the spear
Or only know on land the Tartar's home! 38 Though oft-Oh, Mahomet! how oft!
My tent on shore, my galley on the sea, In full Divan the despot scoff'd,
Are more than cities and serais to me: As if my weak unwilling hand
Borne by my steed, or wafted by my sail, Refused the bridle or the brand :
Across the desert, or before the gale. He ever went to war alone,
Bound where thou wilt, my barb! or glide, my prow And pent me here untried, unknown;
But be the star that guides the wandereț, Thou! To Haroun's care with women left,
Thou, my Zuleika, share and bless my bark; By hope unblest, of fame bereft,
The dove of peace and promise to mine ark! While thou—whose softness long endear'd, Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Though it unmann'd me, still had cheer'd Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! To Brusa's walls for safety sent,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, Awaited'st there the field's event.
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! Haroun, who saw my spirit pining
Blest-as the Muezzin's strain from Mecca's wall Beneath inaction's sluggish yoke,
To pilgrim's pure and prostrate at his call :-
That steals the trembling tear of speechless praise On promise to return before
Dear-as his native song to exile's ears, The day when Giaffir's charge was o'er.
Shall sound each tone thy long-loved voice endears. 'Tis vain-my tongue cannot impart
For thee in those bright isles is built a bower My almost drunkenness of heart,
Blooming as Aden 39 in its earliest hour. When first this liberated eye
A thousand swords, with Selim's heart and hand Survey'd Earth, Ocean, Sun, and Sky,
Wait-wave-defend-destroymat thy command ! As if my spirit pierced them through,
Girt by my band, Zuleika at my side, And all their innost wonders knew!
The spoil of nations shall bedeck my bride. One word alone can paint to thee
The Haram's languid years of listless ease That more than feeling I was Free!
Are well resign'd for cares-for joys like these: E'en for thy presence ceased to pine;
Not blind to fate, I see, where'er I rove, The World-nay-Heaven itself was mine! Unnumber'd perils but one only love!
Yet well my toils shall that fond breast repay, XIX
Though fortune frowns, or falser friends betray. " The shallop of a trusty Moor
How dear the dream in darkest hours of ill, Convey'd me from this idle shore;
Should all be changed, to find thee faithful still! I long'd to see the isles that gem
Be but thy soul like Selim's, firmly shown • Old Ocean's purple diadem :
To thee be Selim's tender as thine own; I sought by turns, and saw them all ; 34
To sooth each sorrow, share in each delight, But when and where I join'd the crew
Blend every thought, do all but disunite! With whom I'm pledged to rise or fall,
Once free, 'tis mine our horde again to guide, When all that we design to do
Friends to each other, foes to aught beside : Is done, 'twill then be time more meet
Yet there we follow but the bent assign'd To tell thee, when the tale's complete.
By fatal nature to man's warring kind :
Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease . XX.
He makes a solitude, and calls it-peace! “ 'Tis true, they are a lawless brood,
I, like the rest, must use my skill or strength, But rough in form, nor mild in mood;
But ask no land beyond my sabre's length: And every creed, and every race,
Power sways but by division-her resource With them hath found-may find a place. The blest alternative of fraud or force; But open speech, and ready hand,
Ours be the last; in time deceit may come, Obedience to their chief's command ;
When cities cage us in a social home: A soul for every enterprise,
There even thy soul might err--how oft the heart That never sees with terror's eyes;
Corruption shakes which peril could not part ! Friendship for each, and faith to all,
And woman, more than man, when death or wo, And vengeance vow'd for those who fall,
Or even disgrace would lay her lover low, Have made them fitting instruments
Sunk in the lap of luxury will shame For more than even my own intents.
Away suspicion ! not Zuleika's name: And some and I have studied all
But life is hazard at the best; and here Distinguish'd from the vulgar rank,
No more remains to win, and much to fear; But chiefly to my counsel call
Yes, fear !-the doubt, the dread of losing thee, The wisdom of the cautious Frank
By Osman's power and Giaffir's stern decree. And some to higher thoughts aspire,
That dread shall vanish with the favoring gale, The last of Lambro'g 35 patriot's there Which love to-night hath promised to my sail : Anticipated freedom share ;
No danger daunts the pair his smile hath blest, And oft around the cavern fire
Their steps still roving, but their hearts at rest. On visionary schemes debate,
With thee all toils are sweet, each clime hath charms; To snatch the Rayahs 36 from their fate.
Earth-sea alike-our world within our arms ! So let them ease their hearts with prate
Ay-let the loud winds whistle o'er the deck, Of equal rights, which man ne'er knew:
So that those arms cling closer round my neck, I have a love for freedom too.
The deepest murmur of this lip shall be
No sigh for safety, but a prayer for thee !
Forth to the cavern mouth he stept, The war of elements no fears impart
His pistol's echo rang on high; To love, whose deadliest bane is human art :
Zuleika started not, nor wept, There lie the only rocks our course can check;
Despair benumb'd her breast and eye! Here moments menace-there are years of wreck! “ They hear me not, or if they ply But hence ye thoughts that rise in Horror's shape! Their oars, 'tis but to see me die; This hour bestows, or ever bars escape.
That sound hath drawn my foes more nigh. Few words remain of mine my tale to close:
Then forth my father's scimitar; Of thine but one to waft us from our foes;
Thou ne'er hast seen less equal war! Yea-foes--to me will Giaffir's hate decline?
Farewell, Zuleika!---Sweet ! retire: And is not Osman, who would part us, thine ?
Yet stay within--here linger safe,
At thee his rage will only chafe.
Stir not-lest even to thee perchance “ His head and faith from doubt and death
Some erring blade or ball should glance. Return'd in time my guard to save;
Fear’st thou for him ?-may I expire, Few heard, none told, that o'er the wave
If in this strife I seek thy sire! From isle to isle I roved the while :
No-though by him that poison pour'd; And since, though parted from my band,
No-though again he call me coward ! Too seldom now I leave the land,
But tamely shall I meet their steel?
No-as each crest save his may feel!”
One bound he made, and gain’d the sand :
Already at his feet hath sunk
The foremost of the prying band,
A gasping head, a quivering trunk :
Another falls—but round him close
A swarming circle of his foes;
From right to left his path he cleft,
And almost met the meeting wave: With me this hour away-away!
His boat appears--not five oars' lengthBut yet, though thou art plighted mine,
His comrades strain with desperate strength Wouldst thou recall thy willing vow,
Oh! are they yet in time to save ?
His feet the foremost breakers lave;
His band are plunging in the bay, But be that peril on my head!”
Their sabres glitter through the spray; XXII.
Wet-wild-unwearied to the strand Zuleika, mute and motionless,
They struggle--now they touch the land!
They come !-'tis but to add to slaughter When, her last hope for ever gone,
His heart's best blood is on the water.
Escaped from shot, unharm’d by steel, But ere her lip, or even her eye,
Or scarcely grazed its force to feel, Essay'd to speak, or look reply,
Had Selim won, betray'd, beset, Beneath the garden's wicket porch
To where the strand and billows met: Far flashed on high a blazing torch!
There as his last step left the land, Another-and another—and another
And the last death-blow dealt his hand "Oh! fly-no more--yet now my more than Ah! wherefore did he turn to look brother!”
For her his eye but sought in vain ? Far, wide, through every thicket spread,
That pause, that fatal gaze he took, The fearful lights are gleaming red;
Hath doom'd his death, or fix'd his chain Nor these alone--for each right hand
Sad proof, in peril and in pain, Is ready with a sheathless brand.
How late will lover's hope remain ! They part, pursue, return, and wheel
His back was to the dashing spray: With searching flambeau, shining steel;
Behind, but close, his comrades lay, And last of all, his sabre waving,
When, at the instant, hiss'd the ballStern Giffiar in his fury raving :
" So may the foes of Giaffir fall!” And now almost they touch the cave
Whose voice is heard ? whose carbine rang? Oh! must that grot be Selim's grave?
Whose bullet through the night-air sang,
Too nearly, deadly aim'd to err ?
'Tis thine-Abdallah's murderer! Dauntless he stood-'tis come-soon past The father slowly rued thy hate, One kiss, Zuleika—'tis my last:
The son hath found a quicker fate : · But yet my band not far from shore
Fast from his breast the blood is bubbling, May hear this signal, see the flash:
The whiteness of the sea-foam troublingYet now too few--the attempt were rash:
If aught his lips essay'd to groan, No matter--yet one effort more."
The rushing billows chok'd the tone!