« With all to hope, and nought to fear- « Sweet as the desart-fountain's wave « Such to my longing sight art thou; VI. Fair, as the first that fell of womankind, To Sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given, When heart meets heart again in dreams Elysian, And paints the lost on Earth revived in Heaven; Soft, as the memory of buried love; Pure, as the prayer which Childhood wafts above; Was she-the daughter of that rude old Chief, Who met the maid with tears—but not of grief. Who hath not proved how feebly words essay The mind, the music breathing from her face,6 The heart whose softness harmonized the wholeAnd, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul! Her graceful arms in meekness bending His purpose half within him melt: VII. Zuleika! child of gentleness! « How dear this very day must tell, . When I forget my own distress, « In losing what I love so well, «To bid thee with another dwell: « Another! and a braver man " « Was never seen in battle's van. "We Moslem reck not much of blood; « But yet the line of Carasman7 Unchanged, unchangeable hath stood First of the bold Timariot bands ་ That won and well can keep their lands « Is kinsman of the Bey Oglou : « His years need scarce a thought employ; "Will laugh to scorn the death-firman, « Which others tremble but to scan, 8 «And teach the messenger what fate << The bearer of such boon may wait. And now thou know'st thy father's will; « All that thy sex hath need to know: << "Twas mine to teach obedience still"The way to love, thy lord may show. » VIII. In silence bowed the virgin's head; Thrice clapped his hands, and called his steed, Resigned his gem-adorned Chibouque, And mounting featly for the mead, With Maugrabee" and Mamaluke With sabre keen, or blunt jereed. 10 IX. His head was leant upon his hand, His eye looked o'er the dark blue water That swiftly glides and gently swells Between the winding Dardanelles ; But yet he saw nor sea nor strand, Nor even his Pacha's turbaned band Mix in the game of mimic slaughter, Careering cleave the folded felt 13 With sabre stroke right sharply dealt; Nor marked the javelin-darting crowd, Nor heard their Ollahs 14 wild and loudHe thought but of old Giaffir's daughter! X. No word from Selim's bosom broke; ་་ How strange he thus should turn away! «Not thus we e'er before have met; « Nor thus shall be our parting yet. » And sprinkled all its odours o'er The pictured roof16 and marble floor: As if that breast were marble too. « What sullen yet? it must not be— ་ O! gentle Selim, this from thee! >> She saw in curious order set The fairest flowers of Eastern land « He loved them once; may touch them yet, « If offered by Zuleika's hand. » The childish thought was hardly breathed << This rose to calm my brother's cares « With some faint hope his altered lay May sing these gloomy thoughts away. << What! not receive my ་་ XI. foolish flower? Nay then I am indeed unblest: « On me can thus thy forehead lower? K " And know'st thou not who loves thee best? Oh, Selim dear! Oh, more than dearest! Say, is it me thou hat'st or fearest? ་ " Come, lay thy head upon my breast, And I will kiss thee into rest, |