« Pacha! the day is thine; and on thy crest « Sits Triumph-Conrad taken—fall'n the rest! « His doom is fixed—he dies—and well his fate « Was earned—yet much too worthless for thy hate : Methinks, a short release for ransom told « With all his treasure, not unwisely sold; ' Report speaks largely of his pirate-hoard— « Would that of this my Pacha were the Lord! « While baffled—weakened by this fatal fray— « Watched—followed-he were then an easier prey; « But once cut off—the remnant of his band « Embark their wealth, and seek a safer strand. » ◄ Gulnare!—if for each drop of blood a gem « Of wealth were here—that gold should not redeem! « It had not now redeemed a single hour— ■ But that I know him fettered, in my power; And, thirsting for revenge, I ponder still « On pangs that longest rack, and latest kill. » «Nay, Seyd!—I seek not to restrain thy rage, « His capture could!—and shall I then resign One day to him—the wretch already mine? Release foe!—at whose remonstrance?—thine!' my Fair suiter!-to thy virtuous gratitude, « That thus repays this Giaour's relenting mood, ་་ Which thee and thine alone of all could spare, «No doubt-regardless if the prize were fair, ་ My thanks and praise alike are due-—now hear! « I have a counsel for thy gentler ear: « I do mistrust thee, woman! and each word « Borne in his arms through fire from yon Serai- ་་ « Thou need'st not answer-thy confession speaks, Already reddening on thy guilty cheeks; ་་ Then, lovely dame, bethink thee! and beware:: " 'Tis not his life alone may claim such care!. « Another word and-nay-I need no more. « Accursed was the moment when he bore "Thee from the flames, which better far-but-no<< I then had mourned thee with a lover's woe— Now 'tis thy lord that warns-deceitful thing! « Know'st thou that I can clip thy wanton wing? « In words alone I am not wont to chafé: Look to thyself-nor deem thy falsehood safe!». He rose-and slowly, sternly thence withdrew, Still half unconscious-heedless of his wrath, That strife of thought, the source of woman's woes! VI. Meanwhile-long anxious-weary-still-the same Rolled day and night—his soul could terror tameThis fearful interval of doubt and dread, When every hour might doom him worse than dead, Might entering lead where axe and stake await; Too late the last to shun-the first to mend— The life thou leav'st below, denied above And those sustained he-boots it well or ill? VII. The first day passed-he saw not her-GulnareThe second-third-and still she came not there; But what her words avouched, her charms had done, Or else he had not seen another sun. The fourth day rolled along, and with the night Came storm and darkness in their mingling might: Oh! how he listened to the rushing deep, his sleep; That ne'er till now so broke upon Its peal waxed fainter-ceased-he felt alone, VIII. The midnight passed-and to the massy door, ་་ Yes, thou must die-there is but one resource, « The last-the worst-if torture were not worse. » Lady! I look to none-my lips proclaim << What last proclaimed they-Conrad still the same: Why should'st thou seek an outlaw's life to spare, << And change the sentence I deserve to bear? « Well have I earned-nor here alone-the meed « Of Seyd's revenge, by many a lawless deed. » Why should I seek? because-Oh! didst thou not « Redeem my life from worse than slavery's lot? Why should I seck ?—hath misery made thee blind To the fond workings of a woman's mind! a And must. I say? albeit my heart rebel « With all that woman feels, but should not tell- « It feared thee-thanked thee--pitied--maddened--loved. Reply not, tell not now thy tale again, " « Thou loy'st another and I love in vain.; |