XIII. She gazed in wonder, « Can he calmly sleep, He raised his head-and dazzled with the light, « Pirate! thou know'st me not—but I am one « Look on me—and remember her, thy hand « Snatched from the flames, and thy more fearful band. " I come through darkness—and I scarce know why«Yet not to hurt-I would not see thee die. » « If so, kind lady! thine the only eye « That would not here in that gay hope delight : « That would confess me at so fair a shrine! » Strange though it seem—yet with extremest grief And sometimes with the wisest and the best, Yet 'gainst his nature-for through that short life, XIV. Corsair thy doom is named-but I have power «Thee would I spare-nay more-would save thee now, « More now were ruin-even thyself were loth «The vain attempt should bring but doom to both. » «Yes!-loth indeed:-my soul is nerved to all, The one of all my band that would not die? " My sole resources in the path I trod Were these-my bark-my sword-my love-my God! 4 The last I left in youth-he leaves me now « And man but works his will to lay me low. 97 << I have no thought to mock his throne with prayer Wrung from the coward crouching of despair; « It is enough-I breathe-and I can bear. " My sword is shaken from the worthless hand << That might have better kept so true a brand; My bark is sunk or captive-but my love« For her in sooth my voice would mount above: «Oh! she is all that still to earth can bind« And this will break a heart so more than kind, « And blight a form-till thine appeared, Gulnare! « Mine eye ne'er asked if others were as fair? » be: those Thou lov'st another then?-but what to me << Is this 'tis nothing-nothing e'er can "But yet-thou lov'st-and--Oh! I envy "Whose hearts on hearts as faithful can repose, Who never feel the void-the wandering thought << That sighs o'er visions-such as mine bath wrought. Lady-methought thy love was his, for whom ་ « This arm redeemed thee from a fiery tomb. » " My love stern Seyd's! Oh-No-No-not my love«Yet much this heart, that strives no more, ouce strove «To meet his passion-but it would not be. « I felt I feel-love dwells with-with the free. « I am a slave, a favoured slave at best, «To share his splendour, and seem very blest! Dost thou love?' and burn to answer "No!' Oh! hard it is that fondness to sustain, « And struggle not to feel averse in vain; « He takes the hand I give not-nor withhold— «Its pulse nor checked-nor quickened-calmly cold: «And when resigned, it drops a lifeless weight « From one I never loved enough to hate. No warmth these lips return by his imprest, And chilled remembrance shudders o'er the rest. «Yes-had I ever proved that passion's zeal, << The change to hatred were at least to feel : But yesterday-1 could have said, to peace! ་་ « To give thee back to all endeared below, " « Who share such love as I can never know. Farewell-morn breaks-and I must now away : << "Twill cost me dear—but dread not death to-day! XV. She pressed his fettered fingers to her heart, And was she here? and is he now alone? What gem hath dropped and sparkles o'er his chain? Oh! too convincing-dangerously dear- That weapon of her weakness she can wield, Yet be the soft triumvir's fault forgiven, And seal their own to spare some wanton's woe! XVI. 'Tis morn-and o'er his altered features play END OF CANTO II. |