"The cause I cannot dream nor tell, "But be it, since thou say'st 'tis well; "Yet what thou mean'st by 'arms' and 'friends', "I meant that Giaffir should have heard "The very vow I plighted thee; "His wrath would not revoke my word"But surely he would leave me free; "Can this fond wish seem strange in me "To be what I have ever been? "What other hath Zuleika seen "From simple childhood's earliest hour? "These cherished thoughts with life begun, Say, why must I no more avow? "What change is wrought to make me shun "The truth-my pride-and thine till now? 410 420 "To meet the gaze of strangers eyes "Our law, our creed, our God denies; 430 "Nor shall one wandering thought of mine "At such, our Prophet's will, repine : "No-happier made by that decree, "He left me all in leaving thee. "Deep were my anguish, thus compelled "And such it feels while lurking here; "Oh, Selim! tell me yet in time, "Nor leave me thus to thoughts of fear. "Ah! yonder see the Tchocadar, "My father leaves the mimic war; "I tremble now to meet his eye 22 Say, Selim, can'st thou tell me why?" 4.40 450 XIV. "Zuleika-to thy tower's retreat "Betake thee-Giaffir I can greet; "And now with him I fain must prate “Of firmans, imposts, levies, state : "There's fearful news from Danube's banks, "Our Vizier nobly thins his ranks, "For which the Giour may give him thanks! "But, mark me, when the twilight drum "Hath warned the troops to food and sleep, "Unto thy cell will Selim come: "Then softly from the Haram creep "Where we may wander by the deep, Our garden-battlements are steep: "Nor these will rash intruder climb "To list our words, or stint our time; "And if he doth-I want not steel "Which some have felt, and more may feel. "Then shalt thou learn of Selim more "Than thou hast heard or thought before; · 460 470 "Trust me, Zuleika-fear not me! "Fear thee, my Selim! ne'er till now "Did word like this-" "Delay not thou; "I keep the key-and Haroun's guard END OF CANTO I. 480 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS. CANTO II. THE winds are high on Helle's wave, The young, the beautiful, the brave, Oh! when alone along the sky Her turret-torch was blazing high, Though rising gale, and breaking foam, And shrieking sea-birds warn'd him home; And clouds aloft, and tides below, 10 |