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Begirt with many a gallant slave,
Deep thought was in his aged eye;
Not oft betrays to standers by
“ Let the chamber be clear’d.”—The train disappeard,
“Now call me the chief of the Haram guard." With Giaffir is none but his only son,
And the Nubian awaiting the sire's award. 35 “ Haroun-when all the crowd that wait “ Are pass'd beyond the outer gate, “(Wo to the head whose eye beheld “My child Zuleika's face unveil'd') “ Hence, lead my daughter from her tower ; 40 "Her fate is fix'd this
hour: “ Yet not to her repeat my thought ; 5 By me alone be duty taught !"
“ Pacha! to hear is to obey."
First lowly rendering reverence meet ;
Still standing at the Pacha's feet: For son of Moslem must expire, Ere dare to sit before his sire !
“ Father! for fear that thou should'st chide
55 “ Was mine, then fall thy frowns on me-“ So lovelily the morning shone,
“That- let the old and weary sleep “ I could not; and to view alone
“ The fairest scenes of land and deep, 60 “ With none to listen and reply “ To thoughts with which my heart beat high “ Were irksome-for whate'er my mood, “In sooth I love not solitude; “I on Zuleika's slumber broke,
65 “ And, as thou knowest that for me
“ Soon turns the Haram's grating key, “Before the guardian slaves awoke “We to the cypress groves had flown, “And made earth, main, and heaven our own! 70
“ There linger'd we, beguiled too long
Nay, father, rage not-nor forget
“ Son of a slave"—the Pacha said--
Aught that beseems a man in thee.
“ And hurl the dart, and curb the steed,
“Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed, “ Must pore where babbling waters flow, “ And watch unfolding roses blow. “Would that yon orb, whose matin glow 90
Thy listless eyes so much admire, 6. Would lend thee something of his fire !
'hou, who wouldst see this battlement “By Christian cannon piecemeal rent; “ Nay, tamely view old Stambol's wall
95 “Before the dogs of Moscow fall,
“Nor strike one stroke for life and death
No sound from Selim's lip was heard,
At least that met old Giaffir's ear,
“Son of a slave !-reproach'd with fear! "
Thus held his thoughts their dark career, And glances ev'n of more than ire
Flash forth, then faintly disappear.
And started; for within his eye
6. Come hither, boy-what, no reply ?
“I'd joy to see thee break a lance,
As 'sneeringly these accents fell,
That eye return’d him glance for glance,
Till Giaffir's quail'd and shrunk askanceAnd why-he felt, but durst not tell.
* Much I misdoubt this wayward boy
140 “No--nor the blood so near my own. " That blood-he hath not heard-no more " I'll watch him closer than before. “ He is an Arab (5) to my sight, “ Or Christian crouching in the fight
145 “ But hark !-I hear Zuleika's voice;
“ Like Houris' hymn it meets mine ear: She is the offspring of my choice;
“ Oh! more than ev'n her mother dear, “ With all to hope, and naught to fear- 150 My Peri! ever welcome here !