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Though the far shouting of the distant crowd,
The Leech was sent---but not in mercy--- there 920
'Twere vain to paint to what his feelings grew---
Lie dark and jarring with perturbed force 940
L-before---beyond---the deadliest fall.
Each hath some fear, and he who least betrays, 970
XI. In the high chamber of his highest tower, Sate Conrad, fetter'd in the Pacha's power. His palace perish'd in the flame—this fort Contain’d at once his captive and his court. Not much could Conrad of his sentence blame, 980 His foe, if vanquish'd, but had shared the same :Alone he sate-in solitude had scann'd His guilty bosom, but that breast he mann'd: One thought alone he could not—dared not meet " Oh, how these tidings will Medora greet ?” 935 Then-only then-his clanking hands he raised,.. And strain' with rage the chain on which he gazed; But soon he found-or feign'd–or dream'd relief, And smiled in self-derision of his grief, “ And now come torture when it will or may, 990 “ More need of rest to nerve me for the day !" This said, with languor to his mat he crept, And, whatsoe'er his visions, quickly slept.
'Twas hardly midnight when that fray begun, For Conrad's plans matured, at once were done ; 995
And Havoc loathes so much the waste of time,
demn'd--A chief on land---an outlaw on the deep--- 1000 Destroying---saving---prison’d---and asleep!
XII. He slept in calmest seeming---for his breath Was hush'd so deep---Ah! happy if in death! He slept---Who o'er his placid slumber bends ? His foes are gone---and here he hath no friends; 1005 Is it some seraph sent to grant him grace? No, 'tis an earthly form with heavenly face! Its white arm raised a lamp---yet gently hid, Lest the ray flash abruptly on the lid Of that closed eye, which opens but to pain, 1010 And once unclosed---but once may close again. That form, with eye so dark, and cheek so fair, And auburn waves of gemm'd and braided hair; With shape of fairy lightness---naked foot, 1014 That shines like snow, and falls on earth as mute--Through guards and dunnest night how came it there? Ah! rather ask what will not woman dare? Whom youth and pity lead like thee, Gulnare ! She could not sleep---and while the Pacha's rest In muttering dreams yet saw his pirate-guest, 1020 She left his side---his signet-ring she bore, Which oft in sport adorn'd her hand before--
And with it, scarcely question'd, won her way
XIII. She gazed in wonder, “ Can he calmly sleep, " While other eyes his fall or ravage weep? “ And mine in restlessness are wandering here--“ What sudden spell hath made this man so dear? " True---'tis to him my life, and more, I owe, 1035 “And me and mine he spared from worse than wo: 6 'Tis late to think---but soft---his slumber breaks--"How heavily he sighs !---he starts---awakes !"
He raised his head---and dazzled with the light, His eye seem'd dubious if it saw aright: 1040 He moved his hand---the grating of his chain, Too harshly told him that he lived again. “ What is that form ? if not a shape of air, “ Methinks, my jailor's face shows wondrous fair!"
“ Pirate! thou know'st me not---but I am one, 1045 “ Grateful for deeds thou hast too rarely done; “Look on me---and remember her, thy hand " Snatch'd from the flames, and thy more fearful band.