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More free her timid bosom beat,
The maid pursued her silent guide;
How could she quit her Selim's side ?
By nature, but enlarged by art,
And oft her Koran conn'd apart;
But in a nook within the cell
His brow no high-crown'd turban bore,
Wreathed lightly round, his temples wore: That dagger, on whose hilt the gem Were worthy of a diadem, No longer glitter'd at his waist, Where pistols unadorn'd were braced; 620 And from his belt a sabre swung, And from his shoulder loosely hung The cloak of white, the thin capote That decks the wandering Candiote: Beneath—his golden plated vest
625 Clung like a cuirass to his breast; The greaves below his knee that wound With silvery scales were sheathed and bound.
But were it not that high command
“ I said I was not what I seem'd;
“ And now thou seest my words were true: “ I have a tale thou hast not dream'd, 635
“ If sooth-its truth must others rue. “ My story now 'twere vain to hide, " I must not see thee Osman's bride: “ But had not thine own lips declared “How much of that young heart I shared, 640 “ I could not, must not, yet have shown • 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
845 “ Zuleika! I am not thy brother!"
- Thou led'st me here perchance to kill;
“ If thou hast cause for vengeance, see! “My breast is offer'd—take thy fill!
" Far better with the dead to be
6 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. 66 If not thy sister--would'st thou save “My life, Oh! bid me be thy slave!"
XII. “My slave, Zuleika !-nay, I'm thine:
“ But, gentle love, this transport calm, " Thy lot shall yet be link'd with mine; " I swear it by our Prophet's shrine,
" And be that thought thy sorrow's balm. “ So may the Koran (29) verse display'd “ 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
“ Must change; but, my Zuleika, know, “ That tie is widen'd, not divided,
“ Although thy Sire's my deadliest foe. * My father was to Giaffir all
us That Selim late was deem'd to thee; 56 That brother wrought a brother's fall,
* But spared, at least, my infancy;
6 And lull'd me with a vain deceit
“But like the nephew of a Cain ; (30) “ He watch'd me like a lion's whelp,
“ That gnaws and yet may break his chain,
“ My father's blood in every vein “ Is boiling; but for thy dear sake - 690 “ No present vengeance will I take;
“ Though here I must no more remain. “ But first, beloved Zuleika! hear “ How Giaffir wrought this deed of fear.
XIII. “ How first their strife to rancour grew, 695
“ If love or envy made them foes, “ It matters little if I knew; " In fiery spirits, slights, though few
“ And thoughtless, will disturb repose. “ In war Abdallah's arm was strong, “ Remember'd yet in Bosniac song, “ And Paswan's (31) rebel hordes attest " How little love they bore such guest: “ His death is all I need relate, “ The stern effect of Giaffir's hate;
705 " And how my birth disclosed to me, - Whate'er beside it makes, hath made me free.