"What should be-thine heart's dew. Remember'st thou When to the Altar, by thy father reared, We suppliant went with sacrifice and vow, "And would have brought thee others to supply "The ringlets of his black locks clustering bright Around his pillar-neck," 'tis pity he' Thou saidst, in all the comeliness and might Of perfect man-pity like him, should be 'But an idolater: how nobly sweet He tempereth pride with courtesy; a flower "The same, a false idolater no more, Now bows him to the God, for whose dread ire This long but just captivity. Thy sire "Receives him well and harkens his request For know, he comes to ask thee-for a bride And to be one among a people, blest Tho' deep in suffering. Nor to him denied "Art thou, sad daughter-weep-if't be thy willE'vn on the breast that nourished thee and ne'er Distrest thee or compelled; this bosom still Ev'n should'st thou blight its dearest hopes, will share "Nay, bear thy pains; but sooner in the grave XXV. She thus, Oh think not, kindest, I forget, I cannot stay these tears that gush to pain thy view.' XXVI. Sephora held her to heart, the while Grief had its way-then saw her gently laid Sighed forth o'erpowering breath; increased the heat; She sank. 'Tis thus, kind Nature lets our woe XXVII. Now all the mortal maid lies indolent Save one sweet cheek which the cool velvet turf Had touched too rude, tho' all with blooms besprent, One soft arm pillowed. Whiter than the surf That foams against the sea-rock, looked her neck, Beneath her robe's white folds and azure,zone, 4 Sportive;-about her neck their gold he twined, And eye brow-just so dark might well define XXVIII. As the vexed Caspian, tho' its rage be past Shook to the centre, by the recent blast, Heaves on tumultuous still, and hath not power to cease. So still each little pulse was seen to throb Shook the pure arch expansive o'er her breast.* XXIX. Save that 'twas all tranquillity; that reigned * This effect is very observable in little children, who for several hours after they have cried themselves to sleep, and sometimes even when a smile is on their lips, are heard, from time to time, to utter sobs. XXX. It chanced, that day, lured by the verdure, came He sinned, a heavenly angel. The faint flame Raguel, fair Egla's sire, in secret vowed Where friendly shades the sacred rites enshroud ;--(2) And he bethought him of the forfeit joys Of leaf and creeping vine accordant with his thought. XXXI. When fiercer spirits, howled, he but complained (3) Of him, beneath some black infernal clift His plaining voice-and frame the like as now he sung: |