The Giaour
- 1No breath of air to break the wave
- 2That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
- 3That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff,
- 4First greets the homeward-veering skiff
- 5High o'er the land he saved in vain;
- 6When shall such Hero live again?
- 7Fair clime! where every season smiles
- 8Benignant o'er those blessed isles,
- 9Which, seen from far Colonna's height,
- 10Make glad the heart that hails the sight,
- 11And lend to loneliness delight.
- 12There mildly dimpling, Ocean's cheek
- 13Reflects the tints of many a peak
- 14Caught by the laughing tides that lave
- 15These Edens of the eastern wave:
- 16And if at times a transient breeze
- 17Break the blue crystal of the seas,
- 18Or sweep one blossom from the trees,
- 19How welcome is each gentle air
- 20That wakes and wafts the odours there!
- 21For there the Rose, o'er crag or vale,
- 22Sultana of the Nightingale,
- 23The maid for whom his melody,
- 24His thousand songs are heard on high,
- 25Blooms blushing to her lover's tale:
- 26His queen, the garden queen, his Rose,
- 27Unbent by winds, unchilled by snows,
- 28Far from the winters of the west,
- 29By every breeze and season blest,
- 30Returns the sweets by Nature given
- 31In softest incense back to Heaven;
- 32And grateful yields that smiling sky
- 33Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh.
- 34And many a summer flower is there,
- 35And many a shade that Love might share,
- 36And many a grotto, meant for rest,
- 37That holds the pirate for a guest;
- 38Whose bark in sheltering cove below
- 39Lurks for the passing peaceful prow,
- 40Till the gay mariner's guitar
- 41Is heard, and seen the Evening Star;
- 42Then stealing with the muffled oar,
- 43Far shaded by the rocky shore,
- 44Rush the night-prowlers on the prey,
- 45And turn to groans his roundelay.
- 46Strange--that where Nature loved to trace,
- 47As if for Gods, a dwelling place,
- 48And every charm and grace hath mixed
- 49Within the Paradise she fixed,
- 50There man, enamoured of distress,
- 51Should mar it into wilderness,
- 52And trample, brute-like, o'er each flower
- 53That tasks not one laborious hour;
- 54Nor claims the culture of his hand
- 55To bloom along the fairy land,
- 56But springs as to preclude his care,
- 57And sweetly woos him--but to spare!
- 58Strange--that where all is Peace beside,
- 59There Passion riots in her pride,
- 60And Lust and Rapine wildly reign
- 61To darken o'er the fair domain.
- 62It is as though the Fiends prevailed
- 63Against the Seraphs they assailed,
- 64And, fixed on heavenly thrones, should dwell
- 65The freed inheritors of Hell;
- 66So soft the scene, so formed for joy,
- 67So curst the tyrants that destroy!
- 68He who hath bent him o'er the dead
- 69Ere the first day of Death is fled,
- 70The first dark day of Nothingness,
- 71The last of Danger and Distress,
- 72(Before Decay's effacing fingers
- 73Have swept the lines where Beauty lingers,)
- 74And marked the mild angelic air,
- 75The rapture of Repose that's there,
- 76The fixed yet tender traits that streak
- 77The languor of the placid cheek,
- 78And--but for that sad shrouded eye,
- 79That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now,
- 80And but for that chill, changeless brow,
- 81Where cold Obstruction's apathy
- 82Appals the gazing mourner's heart,
- 83As if to him it could impart
- 84The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon;
- 85Yes, but for these and these alone,
- 86Some moments, aye, one treacherous hour,
- 87He still might doubt the Tyrant's power;
- 88So fair, so calm, so softly sealed,
- 89The first, last look by Death revealed!
- 90Such is the aspect of this shore;
- 91'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
- 92So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
- 93We start, for Soul is wanting there.
- 94Hers is the loveliness in death,
- 95That parts not quite with parting breath;
- 96But beauty with that fearful bloom,
- 97That hue which haunts it to the tomb,
- 98Expression's last receding ray,
- 99A gilded Halo hovering round decay,
- 100The farewell beam of Feeling past away!
- 101Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth,
- 102Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
- 103Clime of the unforgotten brave!
- 104Whose land from plain to mountain-cave
- 105Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave!
- 106Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
- 107That this is all remains of thee?
- 108Approach, thou craven crouching slave:
- 109Say, is not this Thermopylæ?
- 110These waters blue that round you lave,--
- 111Oh servile offspring of the free--
- 112Pronounce what sea, what shore is this?
- 113The gulf, the rock of Salamis!
- 114These scenes, their story not unknown,
- 115Arise, and make again your own;
- 116Snatch from the ashes of your Sires
- 117The embers of their former fires;
- 118And he who in the strife expires
- 119Will add to theirs a name of fear
- 120That Tyranny shall quake to hear,
- 121And leave his sons a hope, a
fame,
- 122They too will rather die than shame:
- 123For Freedom's battle once begun,
- 124Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son,
- 125Though baffled oft is ever won.
- 126Bear witness, Greece, thy living page!
- 127Attest it many a deathless age!
- 128While Kings, in dusty darkness hid,
- 129Have left a nameless pyramid,
- 130Thy Heroes, though the general doom
- 131Hath swept the column from their tomb,
- 132A mightier monument command,
- 133The mountains of their native land!
- 134There points thy Muse to stranger's eye
- 135The graves of those that cannot die!
- 136'Twere long to tell, and sad to trace,
- 137Each step from Splendour to Disgrace;
- 138Enough--no foreign foe could quell
- 139Thy soul, till from itself it fell;
- 140Yet! Self-abasement paved the way
- 141To villain-bonds and despot sway.
- 142What can he tell who treads thy shore?
- 143No legend of thine olden time,
- 144No theme on which the Muse might soar
- 145High as thine own in days of yore,
- 146When man was worthy of thy clime.
- 147The hearts within thy valleys bred,
- 148The fiery souls that might have led
- 149Thy sons to deeds sublime,
- 150Now crawl from cradle to the Grave,
- 151Slaves--nay, the bondsmen of a Slave,
- 152And callous, save to crime;
- 153Stained with each evil that pollutes
- 154Mankind, where least above the brutes;
- 155Without even savage virtue blest,
- 156Without one free or valiant breast,
- 157Still to the neighbouring ports they waft
- 158Proverbial wiles, and ancient craft;
- 159In this the subtle Greek is found,
- 160For this, and this alone, renowned.
- 161In vain might Liberty invoke
- 162The spirit to its bondage broke
- 163Or raise the neck that courts the yoke:
- 164No more her sorrows I bewail,
- 165Yet this will be a mournful tale,
- 166And they who listen may believe,
- 167Who heard it first had cause to grieve.
- 168Far, dark, along the blue sea glancing,
- 169The shadows of the rocks advancing
- 170Start on the fisher's eye like boat
- 171Of island-pirate or Mainote;
- 172And fearful for his light caïque,
- 173He shuns the near but doubtful creek:
- 174Though worn and weary with his toil,
- 175And cumbered with his scaly spoil,
- 176Slowly, yet strongly, plies the oar,
- 177Till Port Leone's safer shore
- 178Receives him by the lovely light
- 179That best becomes an Eastern night.
- 180Who thundering comes on blackest steed,
- 181With slackened bit and hoof of speed?
- 182Beneath the clattering iron's sound
- 183The caverned Echoes wake around
- 184In lash for lash, and bound for bound:
- 185The foam that streaks the courser's side
- 186Seems gathered from the Ocean-tide:
- 187Though weary waves are sunk to rest,
- 188There's none within his rider's breast;
- 189And though to-morrow's tempest lower,
- 190'Tis calmer than thy heart, young Giaour!
- 191I know thee not, I loathe thy race,
- 192But in thy lineaments I trace
- 193What Time shall strengthen, not efface:
- 194Though young and pale, that sallow front
- 195Is scathed by fiery Passion's brunt;
- 196Though bent on earth thine evil eye,
- 197As meteor-like thou glidest by,
- 198Right well I view and deem thee one
- 199Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun.
- 200On--on he hastened, and he drew
- 201My gaze of wonder as he flew:
- 202Though like a Demon of the night
- 203He passed, and vanished from my sight,
- 204His aspect and his air impressed
- 205A troubled memory on my breast,
- 206And long upon my startled ear
- 207Rung his dark courser's hoofs of fear.
- 208He spurs his steed; he nears the steep,
- 209That, jutting, shadows o'er the deep;
- 210He winds around; he hurries by;
- 211The rock relieves him from mine eye;
- 212For, well I ween, unwelcome he
- 213Whose glance is fixed on those that flee;
- 214And not a star but shines too bright
- 215On him who takes such timeless flight.
- 216He wound along; but ere he passed
- 217One glance he snatched, as if his last,
- 218A moment checked his wheeling steed,
- 219A moment breathed him from his speed,
- 220A moment on his stirrup stood--
- 221Why looks he o'er the olive wood?
- 222The Crescent glimmers on the hill,
- 223The Mosque's high lamps are quivering still
- 224Though too remote for sound to wake
- 225In echoes of the far tophaike,
- 226The flashes of each joyous peal
- 227Are seen to prove the Moslem's zeal.
- 228To-night, set Rhamazani's sun;
- 229To-night, the Bairam feast's begun;
- 230To-night--but who and what art thou
- 231Of foreign garb and fearful brow?
- 232And what are these to thine or thee,
- 233That thou shouldst either pause or flee?
- 234He stood--some dread was on his face,
- 235Soon Hatred settled in its place:
- 236It rose not with the reddening flush
- 237Of transient Anger's hasty blush,
- 238But pale as marble o'er the tomb,
- 239Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom.
- 240His brow was bent, his eye was glazed;
- 241He raised his arm, and fiercely raised,
- 242And sternly shook his hand on high,
- 243As doubting to return or fly;
- 244Impatient of his flight delayed,
- 245Here loud his raven charger neighed--
- 246Down glanced that hand, and grasped his blade;
- 247That sound had burst his waking dream,
- 248As Slumber starts at owlet's scream.
- 249The spur hath lanced his courser's sides;
- 250Away--away--for life he rides:
- 251Swift as the hurled on high jerreed
- 252Springs to the touch his startled steed;
- 253The rock is doubled, and the shore
- 254Shakes with the clattering tramp no more;
- 255The crag is won, no more is seen
- 256His Christian crest and haughty mien.
- 257'Twas but an instant he restrained
- 258That fiery barb so sternly reined;
- 259'Twas but a moment that he stood,
- 260Then sped as if by Death pursued;
- 261But in that instant o'er his soul
- 262Winters of Memory seemed to roll,
- 263And gather in that drop of time
- 264A life of pain, an age of crime.
- 265O'er him who loves, or hates, or fears,
- 266Such moment pours the grief of years:
- 267What felt he then, at once opprest
- 268By all that most distracts the breast?
- 269That pause, which pondered o'er his fate,
- 270Oh, who its dreary length shall date!
- 271Though in Time's record nearly nought,
- 272It was Eternity to Thought!
- 273For infinite as boundless space
- 274The thought that Conscience must embrace,
- 275Which in itself can comprehend
- 276Woe without name, or hope, or end.
- 277The hour is past, the Giaour is gone:
- 278And did he fly or fall alone?
- 279Woe to that hour he came or went!
- 280The curse for Hassan's sin was sent
- 281To turn a palace to a tomb;
- 282He came, he went, like the Simoom,
- 283That harbinger of Fate and gloom,
- 284Beneath whose widely-wasting breath
- 285The very cypress droops to death--
- 286Dark tree, still sad when others' grief is fled,
- 287The only constant mourner o'er the dead!
- 288The steed is vanished from the stall;
- 289No serf is seen in Hassan's hall;
- 290The lonely Spider's thin gray pall
- 291Waves slowly widening o'er the wall;
- 292The Bat builds in his Haram bower,
- 293And in the fortress of his power
- 294The Owl usurps the beacon-tower;
- 295The wild-dog howls o'er the fountain's brim,
- 296With baffled thirst, and famine, grim;
- 297For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed,
- 298Where the weeds and the desolate dust are spread.
- 299'Twas sweet of yore to see it play
- 300And chase the sultriness of day,
- 301As springing high the silver dew
- 302In whirls fantastically flew,
- 303And flung luxurious coolness round
- 304The air, and verdure o'er the ground.
- 305'Twas sweet, when cloudless stars were bright,
- 306To view the wave of watery light,
- 307And hear its melody by night.
- 308And oft had Hassan's Childhood played
- 309Around the verge of that cascade;
- 310And oft upon his mother's breast
- 311That sound had harmonized his rest;
- 312And oft had Hassan's Youth along
- 313Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song;
- 314And softer seemed each melting tone
- 315Of Music mingled with its own.
- 316But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose
- 317Along the brink at Twilight's close:
- 318The stream that filled that font is fled--
- 319The blood that warmed his heart is shed!
- 320And here no more shall human voice
- 321Be heard to rage, regret, rejoice.
- 322The last sad note that swelled the gale
- 323Was woman's wildest funeral wail:
- 324That quenched in silence, all is still,
- 325But the lattice that flaps when the wind is shrill:
- 326Though raves the gust, and floods the rain,
- 327No hand shall close its clasp again.
- 328On desert sands 'twere joy to scan
- 329The rudest steps of fellow man,
- 330So here the very voice of Grief
- 331Might wake an Echo like relief--
- 332At least 'twould say, "All are not gone;
- 333There lingers Life, though but in one"--
- 334For many a gilded chamber's there,
- 335Which Solitude might well forbear;
- 336Within that dome as yet Decay
- 337Hath slowly worked her cankering
way--
- 338But gloom is gathered o'er the gate,
- 339Nor there the Fakir's self will wait;
- 340Nor there will wandering Dervise stay,
- 341For Bounty cheers not his delay;
- 342Nor there will weary stranger halt
- 343To bless the sacred "bread and salt."
- 344Alike must Wealth and Poverty
- 345Pass heedless and unheeded by,
- 346For Courtesy and Pity
died
- 347With Hassan on the mountain side.
- 348His roof, that refuge unto men,
- 349Is Desolation's hungry den.
- 350The guest flies the hall, and the vassal from labour,
- 351Since his turban was cleft by the infidel's sabre!
- 352I hear the sound of coming feet,
- 353But not a voice mine ear to greet;
- 354More near--each turban I can scan,
- 355And silver-sheathèd ataghan;
- 356The foremost of the band is seen
- 357An Emir by his garb of green:
- 358"Ho! who art thou?"--"This low salam
- 359Replies of Moslem faith I am.
- 360The burthen ye so gently bear,
- 361Seems one that claims your utmost care,
- 362And, doubtless, holds some precious freight--
- 363My humble bark would gladly wait."
- 364"Thou speakest sooth: thy skiff unmoor,
- 365And waft us from the silent shore;
- 366Nay, leave the sail still furled, and ply
- 367The nearest oar that's scattered by,
- 368And midway to those rocks where sleep
- 369The channelled waters dark and deep.
- 370Rest from your task--so--bravely done,
- 371Our course has been right swiftly run;
- 372Yet 'tis the longest voyage, I trow,
- 373That one of--"
- 374Sullen it plunged, and slowly sank,
- 375The calm wave rippled to the bank;
- 376I watched it as it sank, methought
- 377Some motion from the current caught
- 378Bestirred it more,--'twas but the beam
- 379That checkered o'er the living stream:
- 380I gazed, till vanishing from view,
- 381Like lessening pebble it withdrew;
- 382Still less and less, a speck of white
- 383That gemmed the tide, then mocked the sight;
- 384And all its hidden secrets sleep,
- 385Known but to Genii of the deep,
- 386Which, trembling in their coral caves,
- 387They dare not whisper to the waves.
- 388As rising on its purple wing
- 389The insect-queen of Eastern spring,
- 390O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer
- 391Invites the young pursuer near,
- 392And leads him on from flower to flower
- 393A weary chase and wasted hour,
- 394Then leaves him, as it soars on high,
- 395With panting heart and tearful eye:
- 396So Beauty lures the full-grown child,
- 397With hue as bright, and wing as wild:
- 398A chase of idle hopes and fears,
- 399Begun in folly, closed in tears.
- 400If won, to equal ills betrayed,
- 401Woe waits the insect and the maid;
- 402A life of pain, the loss of peace;
- 403From infant's play, and man's caprice:
- 404The lovely toy so fiercely sought
- 405Hath lost its charm by being caught,
- 406For every touch that wooed its stay
- 407Hath brushed its brightest hues away,
- 408Till charm, and hue, and beauty gone,
- 409'Tis left to fly or fall alone.
- 410With wounded wing, or bleeding breast,
- 411Ah! where shall either victim rest?
- 412Can this with faded pinion soar
- 413From rose to tulip as before?
- 414Or Beauty, blighted in an hour,
- 415Find joy within her broken bower?
- 416No: gayer insects fluttering by
- 417Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die,
- 418And lovelier things have mercy shown
- 419To every failing but their own,
- 420And every woe a tear can claim
- 421Except an erring Sister's shame.
- 422The Mind, that broods o'er guilty woes,
- 423Is like the Scorpion girt by fire;
- 424In circle narrowing as it glows,
- 425The flames around their captive close,
- 426Till inly searched by thousand throes,
- 427And maddening in her ire,
- 428One sad and sole relief she knows--
- 429The sting she nourished for her foes,
- 430Whose venom never yet was vain,
- 431Gives but one pang, and cures all pain,
- 432And darts into her desperate brain:
- 433So do the dark in soul expire,
- 434Or live like Scorpion girt by fire;
- 435So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven,
- 436Unfit for earth, undoomed for heaven,
- 437Darkness above, despair beneath,
- 438Around it flame, within it death!
- 439Black Hassan from the Haram flies,
- 440Nor bends on woman's form his eyes;
- 441The unwonted chase each hour employs,
- 442Yet shares he not the hunter's joys.
- 443Not thus was Hassan wont to fly
- 444When Leila dwelt in his Serai.
- 445Doth Leila there no longer dwell?
- 446That tale can only Hassan tell:
- 447Strange rumours in our city say
- 448Upon that eve she fled away
- 449When Rhamazan's last sun was set,
- 450And flashing from each Minaret
- 451Millions of lamps proclaimed the feast
- 452Of Bairam through the boundless East.
- 453'Twas then she went as to the bath,
- 454Which Hassan vainly searched in wrath;
- 455For she was flown her master's rage
- 456In likeness of a Georgian page,
- 457And far beyond the Moslem's power
- 458Had wronged him with the faithless Giaour.
- 459Somewhat of this had Hassan deemed;
- 460But still so fond, so fair she seemed,
- 461Too well he trusted to the slave
- 462Whose treachery deserved a grave:
- 463And on that eve had gone to Mosque,
- 464And thence to feast in his Kiosk.
- 465Such is the tale his Nubians tell,
- 466Who did not watch their charge too well;
- 467But others say, that on that night,
- 468By pale Phingari's trembling light,
- 469The Giaour upon his jet-black steed
- 470Was seen, but seen alone to speed
- 471With bloody spur along the shore,
- 472Nor maid nor page behind him bore.
- 473Her eye's dark charm 'twere vain to tell,
- 474But gaze on that of the Gazelle,
- 475It will assist thy fancy well;
- 476As large, as languishingly dark,
- 477But Soul beamed forth in every spark
- 478That darted from beneath the lid,
- 479Bright as the jewel of Giamschid.
- 480Yea, Soul, and should our prophet say
- 481That form was nought but breathing clay,
- 482By Alla! I would answer nay;
- 483Though on Al-Sirat's arch I stood,
- 484Which totters o'er the fiery flood,
- 485With Paradise within my view,
- 486And all his Houris beckoning through.
- 487Oh! who young Leila's glance could read
- 488And keep that portion of his creed
- 489Which saith that woman is but dust,
- 490A soulless toy for tyrant's lust?
- 491On her might Muftis gaze, and own
- 492That through her eye the Immortal shone;
- 493On her fair cheek's unfading hue
- 494The young pomegranate's blossoms strew
- 495Their bloom in blushes ever new;
- 496Her hair in hyacinthine flow,
- 497When left to roll its folds below,
- 498As midst her handmaids in the hall
- 499She stood superior to them all,
- 500Hath swept the marble where her feet
- 501Gleamed whiter than the mountain sleet
- 502Ere from the cloud that gave it birth
- 503It fell, and caught one stain of earth.
- 504The cygnet nobly walks the water;
- 505So moved on earth Circassia's daughter,
- 506The loveliest bird of Franguestan!
- 507As rears her crest the ruffled Swan,
- 508And spurns the wave with wings of pride,
- 509When pass the steps of stranger man
- 510Along the banks that bound her tide;
- 511Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck:--
- 512Thus armed with beauty would she check
- 513Intrusion's glance, till Folly's gaze
- 514Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise.
- 515Thus high and graceful was her gait;
- 516Her heart as tender to her mate;
- 517Her mate--stern Hassan, who was he?
- 518Alas! that name was not for thee!
- 519Stern Hassan hath a journey ta'en
- 520With twenty vassals in his train,
- 521Each armed, as best becomes a man,
- 522With arquebuss and ataghan;
- 523The chief before, as decked for war,
- 524Bears in his belt the scimitar
- 525Stained with the best of Arnaut blood,
- 526When in the pass the rebels stood,
- 527And few returned to tell the tale
- 528Of what befell in Parne's vale.
- 529The pistols which his girdle bore
- 530Were those that once a Pasha wore,
- 531Which still, though gemmed and bossed with gold,
- 532Even robbers tremble to behold.
- 533'Tis said he goes to woo a bride
- 534More true than her who left his side;
- 535The faithless slave that broke her bower,
- 536And--worse than faithless--for a Giaour!
- 537The sun's last rays are on the hill,
- 538And sparkle in the fountain rill,
- 539Whose welcome waters, cool and clear,
- 540Draw blessings from the mountaineer:
- 541Here may the loitering merchant Greek
- 542Find that repose 'twere vain to seek
- 543In cities lodged too near his lord,
- 544And trembling for his secret hoard--
- 545Here may he rest where none can see,
- 546In crowds a slave, in deserts free;
- 547And with forbidden wine may stain
- 548The bowl a Moslem must not drain
- 549The foremost Tartar's in the gap
- 550Conspicuous by his yellow cap;
- 551The rest in lengthening line the while
- 552Wind slowly through the long defile:
- 553Above, the mountain rears a peak,
- 554Where vultures whet the thirsty beak,
- 555And theirs may be a feast to-night,
- 556Shall tempt them down ere morrow's light;
- 557Beneath, a river's wintry stream
- 558Has shrunk before the summer beam,
- 559And left a channel bleak and bare,
- 560Save shrubs that spring to perish there:
- 561Each side the midway path there lay
- 562Small broken crags of granite gray,
- 563By time, or mountain lightning, riven
- 564From summits clad in mists of heaven;
- 565For where is he that hath beheld
- 566The peak of Liakura unveiled?
- 567They reach the grove of pine at last;
- 568"Bismillah! now the peril's past;
- 569For yonder view the opening plain,
- 570And there we'll prick our steeds amain:"
- 571The Chiaus spake, and as he said,
- 572A bullet whistled o'er his head;
- 573The foremost Tartar bites the ground!
- 574Scarce had they time to check the rein,
- 575Swift from their steeds the riders bound;
- 576But three shall never mount again:
- 577Unseen the foes that gave the wound,
- 578The dying ask revenge in vain.
- 579With steel unsheathed, and carbine bent,
- 580Some o'er their courser's harness leant,
- 581Half sheltered by the steed;
- 582Some fly beneath the nearest rock,
- 583And there await the coming shock,
- 584Nor tamely stand to bleed
- 585Beneath the shaft of foes unseen,
- 586Who dare not quit their craggy screen.
- 587Stern Hassan only from his horse
- 588Disdains to light, and keeps his course,
- 589Till fiery flashes in the van
- 590Proclaim too sure the robber-clan
- 591Have well secured the only way
- 592Could now avail the promised prey;
- 593Then curled his very beard with ire,
- 594And glared his eye with fiercer fire;
- 595"Though far and near the bullets hiss,
- 596I've scaped a bloodier hour than this."
- 597And now the foe their covert quit,
- 598And call his vassals to submit;
- 599But Hassan's frown and furious word
- 600Are dreaded more than hostile sword,
- 601Nor of his little band a man
- 602Resigned carbine or ataghan,
- 603Nor raised the craven cry, Amaun!
- 604In fuller sight, more near and near,
- 605The lately ambushed foes appear,
- 606And, issuing from the grove, advance
- 607Some who on battle-charger prance.
- 608Who leads them on with foreign brand
- 609Far flashing in his red right hand?
- 610"'Tis he!'tis he! I know him now;
- 611I know him by his pallid brow;
- 612I know him by the evil eye
- 613That aids his envious treachery;
- 614I know him by his jet-black barb;
- 615Though now arrayed in Arnaut garb,
- 616Apostate from his own vile faith,
- 617It shall not save him from the death:
- 618'Tis he! well met in any hour,
- 619Lost Leila's love--accursed Giaour!"
- 620As rolls the river into Ocean,
- 621In sable torrent wildly streaming;
- 622As the sea-tide's opposing motion,
- 623In azure column proudly gleaming,
- 624Beats back the current many a rood,
- 625In curling foam and mingling flood,
- 626While eddying whirl, and breaking wave,
- 627Roused by the blast of winter, rave;
- 628Through sparkling spray, in thundering clash,
- 629The lightnings of the waters flash
- 630In awful whiteness o'er the shore,
- 631That shines and shakes beneath the roar;
- 632Thus--as the stream and Ocean greet,
- 633With waves that madden as they meet--
- 634Thus join the bands, whom mutual wrong,
- 635And fate, and fury, drive along.
- 636The bickering sabres' shivering jar;
- 637And pealing wide or ringing near
- 638Its echoes on the throbbing ear,
- 639The deathshot hissing from afar;
- 640The shock, the shout, the groan of war,
- 641Reverberate along that vale,
- 642More suited to the shepherd's tale:
- 643Though few the numbers--theirs the strife,
- 644That neither spares nor speaks for life!
- 645Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press,
- 646To seize and share the dear caress;
- 647But Love itself could never pant
- 648For all that Beauty sighs to grant
- 649With half the fervour Hate bestows
- 650Upon the last embrace of foes,
- 651When grappling in the fight they fold
- 652Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold:
- 653Friends meet to part; Love laughs at faith;
- 654True foes, once met, are joined till death!
- 655With sabre shivered to the hilt,
- 656Yet dripping with the blood he spilt;
- 657Yet strained within the severed hand
- 658Which quivers round that faithless brand;
- 659His turban far behind him rolled,
- 660And cleft in twain its firmest fold;
- 661His flowing robe by falchion torn,
- 662And crimson as those clouds of morn
- 663That, streaked with dusky red, portend
- 664The day shall have a stormy end;
- 665A stain on every bush that bore
- 666A fragment of his palampore;
- 667His breast with wounds unnumbered riven,
- 668His back to earth, his face to Heaven,
- 669Fall'n Hassan lies--his unclosed eye
- 670Yet lowering on his enemy,
- 671As if the hour that sealed his fate
- 672Surviving left his quenchless hate;
- 673And o'er him bends that foe with brow
- 674As dark as his that bled below.
- 675"Yes, Leila sleeps beneath the wave,
- 676But his shall be a redder grave;
- 677Her spirit pointed well the steel
- 678Which taught that felon heart to feel.
- 679He called the Prophet, but his power
- 680Was vain against the vengeful Giaour:
- 681He called on Alla--but the word
- 682Arose unheeded or unheard.
- 683Thou Paynim fool! could Leila's prayer
- 684Be passed, and thine accorded there?
- 685I watched my time, I leagued with these,
- 686The traitor in his turn to seize;
- 687My wrath is wreaked, the deed is done,
- 688And now I go--but go alone."
- 689The browsing camels' bells are tinkling:
- 690His mother looked from her lattice high--
- 691She saw the dews of eve besprinkling
- 692The pasture green beneath her eye,
- 693She saw the planets faintly twinkling:
- 694"'Tis twilight--sure his train is nigh."
- 695She could not rest in the garden-bower,
- 696But gazed through the grate of his steepest tower.
- 697"Why comes he not? his steeds are fleet,
- 698Nor shrink they from the summer heat;
- 699Why sends not the Bridegroom his promised gift?
- 700Is his heart more cold, or his barb less swift?
- 701Oh, false reproach! yon Tartar now
- 702Has gained our nearest mountain's brow,
- 703And warily the steep descends,
- 704And now within the valley bends;
- 705And he bears the gift at his saddle bow--
- 706How could I deem his courser slow?
- 707Right well my largess shall repay
- 708His welcome speed, and weary way."
- 709The Tartar lighted at the gate,
- 710But scarce upheld his fainting weight!
- 711His swarthy visage spake distress,
- 712But this might be from weariness;
- 713His garb with sanguine spots was dyed,
- 714But these might be from his courser's side;
- 715He drew the token from his vest--
- 716Angel of Death! 'tis Hassan's cloven crest!
- 717His calpac rent--his caftan red--
- 718"Lady, a fearful bride thy Son hath wed:
- 719Me, not from mercy, did they spare,
- 720But this empurpled pledge to bear.
- 721Peace to the brave! whose blood is spilt:
- 722Woe to the Giaour! for his the guilt."
- 723A Turban carved in coarsest stone,
- 724A Pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown,
- 725Whereon can now be scarcely read
- 726The Koran verse that mourns the dead,
- 727Point out the spot where Hassan fell
- 728A victim in that lonely dell.
- 729There sleeps as true an Osmanlie
- 730As e'er at Mecca bent the knee;
- 731As ever scorned forbidden wine,
- 732Or prayed with face towards the shrine,
- 733In orisons resumed anew
- 734At solemn sound of "Alla Hu!"
- 735Yet died he by a stranger's hand,
- 736And stranger in his native land;
- 737Yet died he as in arms he stood,
- 738And unavenged, at least in blood.
- 739But him the maids of Paradise
- 740Impatient to their halls invite,
- 741And the dark heaven of Houris' eyes
- 742On him shall glance for ever bright;
- 743They come--their kerchiefs green they wave,
- 744And welcome with a kiss the brave!
- 745Who falls in battle 'gainst a Giaour
- 746Is worthiest an immortal bower.
- 747But thou, false Infidel! shall writhe
- 748Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe;
- 749And from its torments 'scape alone
- 750To wander round lost Eblis' throne;
- 751And fire unquenched, unquenchable,
- 752Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
- 753Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
- 754The tortures of that inward hell!
- 755But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
- 756Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
- 757Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
- 758And suck the blood of all thy race;
- 759There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
- 760At midnight drain the stream of life;
- 761Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
- 762Must feed thy livid living corse:
- 763Thy victims ere they yet expire
- 764Shall know the demon for their sire,
- 765As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
- 766Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
- 767But one that for thy crime must fall,
- 768The youngest, most beloved of all,
- 769Shall bless thee with a father's name--
- 770That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
- 771Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
- 772Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,
- 773And the last glassy glance must view
- 774Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;
- 775Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear
- 776The tresses of her yellow hair,
- 777Of which in life a lock when shorn
- 778Affection's fondest pledge was worn,
- 779But now is borne away by thee,
- 780Memorial of thine agony!
- 781Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
- 782Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
- 783Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
- 784Go--and with Gouls and Afrits rave;
- 785Till these in horror shrink away
- 786From Spectre more accursed than they!
- 787"How name ye yon lone Caloyer?
- 788His features I have scanned before
- 789In mine own land: 'tis many a year,
- 790Since, dashing by the lonely shore,
- 791I saw him urge as fleet a steed
- 792As ever served a horseman's need.
- 793But once I saw that face, yet then
- 794It was so marked with inward pain,
- 795I could not pass it by again;
- 796It breathes the same dark spirit now,
- 797As death were stamped upon his brow.
- 798"'Tis twice three years at summer tide
- 799Since first among our freres he came;
- 800And here it soothes him to abide
- 801For some dark deed he will not name.
- 802But never at our Vesper prayer,
- 803Nor e'er before Confession chair
- 804Kneels he, nor recks he when arise
- 805Incense or anthem to the skies,
- 806But broods within his cell alone,
- 807His faith and race alike unknown.
- 808The sea from Paynim land he crost,
- 809And here ascended from the coast;
- 810Yet seems he not of Othman race,
- 811But only Christian in his face:
- 812I'd judge him some stray renegade,
- 813Repentant of the change he made,
- 814Save that he shuns our holy shrine,
- 815Nor tastes the sacred bread and wine.
- 816Great largess to these walls he brought,
- 817And thus our Abbot's favour bought;
- 818But were I Prior, not a day
- 819Should brook such stranger's further stay,
- 820Or pent within our penance cell
- 821Should doom him there for aye to dwell.
- 822Much in his visions mutters he
- 823Of maiden whelmed beneath the sea;
- 824Of sabres clashing, foemen flying,
- 825Wrongs avenged, and Moslem dying.
- 826On cliff he hath been known to stand,
- 827And rave as to some bloody hand
- 828Fresh severed from its parent limb,
- 829Invisible to all but him,
- 830Which beckons onward to his grave,
- 831And lures to leap into the wave."
- 832Dark and unearthly is the scowl
- 833That glares beneath his dusky cowl:
- 834The flash of that dilating eye
- 835Reveals too much of times gone by;
- 836Though varying, indistinct its hue,
- 837Oft with his glance the gazer rue,
- 838For in it lurks that nameless spell,
- 839Which speaks, itself unspeakable,
- 840A spirit yet unquelled and high,
- 841That claims and keeps ascendancy;
- 842And like the bird whose pinions quake,
- 843But cannot fly the gazing snake,
- 844Will others quail beneath his look,
- 845Nor 'scape the glance they scarce can brook.
- 846From him the half-affrighted Friar
- 847When met alone would fain retire,
- 848As if that eye and bitter smile
- 849Transferred to others fear and guile:
- 850Not oft to smile descendeth he,
- 851And when he doth 'tis sad to see
- 852That he but mocks at Misery.
- 853How that pale lip will curl and quiver!
- 854Then fix once more as if for ever;
- 855As if his sorrow or disdain
- 856Forbade him e'er to smile again.
- 857Well were it so--such ghastly mirth
- 858From joyaunce ne'er derived its birth.
- 859But sadder still it were to trace
- 860What once were feelings in that face:
- 861Time hath not yet the features fixed,
- 862But brighter traits with evil mixed;
- 863And there are hues not always faded,
- 864Which speak a mind not all degraded
- 865Even by the crimes through which it waded:
- 866The common crowd but see the gloom
- 867Of wayward deeds, and fitting doom;
- 868The close observer can espy
- 869A noble soul, and lineage high:
- 870Alas! though both bestowed in vain,
- 871Which Grief could change, and Guilt could stain,
- 872It was no vulgar tenement
- 873To which such lofty gifts were lent,
- 874And still with little less than dread
- 875On such the sight is riveted.
- 876The roofless cot, decayed and rent,
- 877Will scarce delay the passer-by;
- 878The tower by war or tempest bent,
- 879While yet may frown one battlement,
- 880Demands and daunts the stranger's eye;
- 881Each ivied arch, and pillar lone,
- 882Pleads haughtily for glories gone!
- 883"His floating robe around him folding,
- 884Slow sweeps he through the columned aisle;
- 885With dread beheld, with gloom beholding
- 886The rites that sanctify the pile.
- 887But when the anthem shakes the choir,
- 888And kneel the monks, his steps retire;
- 889By yonder lone and wavering torch
- 890His aspect glares within the porch;
- 891There will he pause till all is done--
- 892And hear the prayer, but utter none.
- 893See--by the half-illumined wall
- 894His hood fly back, his dark hair fall,
- 895That pale brow wildly wreathing round,
- 896As if the Gorgon there had bound
- 897The sablest of the serpent-braid
- 898That o'er her fearful forehead strayed:
- 899For he declines the convent oath,
- 900And leaves those locks unhallowed growth,
- 901But wears our garb in all beside;
- 902And, not from piety but pride,
- 903Gives wealth to walls that never heard
- 904Of his one holy vow nor word.
- 905Lo!--mark ye, as the harmony
- 906Peals louder praises to the sky,
- 907That livid cheek, that stony air
- 908Of mixed defiance and despair!
- 909Saint Francis, keep him from the shrine!
- 910Else may we dread the wrath divine
- 911Made manifest by awful sign.
- 912If ever evil angel bore
- 913The form of mortal, such he wore;
- 914By all my hope of sins forgiven,
- 915Such looks are not of earth nor heaven!"
- 916To Love the softest hearts are prone,
- 917But such can ne'er be all his own;
- 918Too timid in his woes to share,
- 919Too meek to meet, or brave despair;
- 920And sterner hearts alone may feel
- 921The wound that Time can never heal.
- 922The rugged metal of the mine
- 923Must burn before its surface shine,
- 924But plunged within the furnace-flame,
- 925It bends and melts--though still the same;
- 926Then tempered to thy want, or will,
- 927'Twill serve thee to defend or kill--
- 928A breast-plate for thine hour of need,
- 929Or blade to bid thy foeman bleed;
- 930But if a dagger's form it bear,
- 931Let those who shape its edge, beware!
- 932Thus Passion's fire, and Woman's art,
- 933Can turn and tame the sterner heart;
- 934From these its form and tone are ta'en,
- 935And what they make it, must remain,
- 936But break--before it bend again.
- 937If solitude succeed to grief,
- 938Release from pain is slight relief;
- 939The vacant bosom's wilderness
- 940Might thank the pang that made it less.
- 941We loathe what none are left to share:
- 942Even bliss--'twere woe alone to bear;
- 943The heart once left thus desolate
- 944Must fly at last for ease--to hate.
- 945It is as if the dead could feel
- 946The icy worm around them steal,
- 947And shudder, as the reptiles creep
- 948To revel o'er their rotting sleep,
- 949Without the power to scare away
- 950The cold consumers of their clay!
- 951It is as if the desert bird,
- 952Whose beak unlocks her bosom's stream
- 953To still her famished nestlings' scream,
- 954Nor mourns a life to them transferred,
- 955Should rend her rash devoted breast,
- 956And find them flown her empty nest.
- 957The keenest pangs the wretched find
- 958Are rapture to the dreary void,
- 959The leafless desert of the mind,
- 960The waste of feelings unemployed.
- 961Who would be doomed to gaze upon
- 962A sky without a cloud or sun?
- 963Less hideous far the tempest's roar,
- 964Than ne'er to brave the billows more--
- 965Thrown, when the war of winds is o'er,
- 966A lonely wreck on Fortune's shore,
- 967'Mid sullen calm, and silent bay,
- 968Unseen to drop by dull decay;--
- 969Better to sink beneath the shock
- 970Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
- 971"Father! thy, days have passed in peace,
- 972'Mid counted beads, and countless prayer;
- 973To bid the sins of others cease,
- 974Thyself without a crime or care,
- 975Save transient ills that all must bear,
- 976Has been thy lot from youth to age;
- 977And thou wilt bless thee from the rage
- 978Of passions fierce and uncontrolled,
- 979Such as thy penitents unfold,
- 980Whose secret sins and sorrows rest
- 981Within thy pure and pitying breast.
- 982My days, though few, have passed below
- 983In much of Joy, but more of Woe;
- 984Yet still in hours of love or strife,
- 985I've 'scaped the weariness of Life:
- 986Now leagued with friends, now girt by foes,
- 987I loathed the languor of repose.
- 988Now nothing left to love or hate,
- 989No more with hope or pride elate,
- 990I'd rather be the thing that crawls
- 991Most noxious o'er a dungeon's walls,
- 992Than pass my dull, unvarying days,
- 993Condemned to meditate and gaze.
- 994Yet, lurks a wish within my breast
- 995For rest--but not to feel 'tis rest.
- 996Soon shall my Fate that wish fulfil;
- 997And I shall sleep without the dream
- 998Of what I was, and would be still
- 999Dark as to thee my deeds may seem:
- 1000My memory now is but the tomb
- 1001Of joys long dead; my hope, their doom:
- 1002'Though better to have died with those
- 1003Than bear a life of lingering woes.
- 1004My spirit shrunk not to sustain
- 1005The searching throes of ceaseless pain;
- 1006Nor sought the self-accorded grave
- 1007Of ancient fool and modern knave:
- 1008Yet death I have not feared to meet;
- 1009And in the field it had been sweet,
- 1010Had Danger wooed me on to move
- 1011The slave of Glory, not of Love.
- 1012I've braved it--not for Honour's boast;
- 1013I smile at laurels won or lost;
- 1014To such let others carve their way,
- 1015For high renown, or hireling pay:
- 1016But place again before my eyes
- 1017Aught that I deem a worthy prize--
- 1018The maid I love, the man I hate--
- 1019And I will hunt the steps of fate,
- 1020To save or slay, as these require,
- 1021Through rending steel, and rolling fire:
- 1022Nor needst thou doubt this speech from one
- 1023Who would but do--what he hath done.
- 1024Death is but what the haughty brave,
- 1025The weak must bear, the wretch must crave;
- 1026Then let life go to Him who gave:
- 1027I have not quailed to Danger's brow
- 1028When high and happy--need I now?
- 1029"I loved her, Friar! nay, adored--
- 1030But these are words that all can use--
- 1031I proved it more in deed than word;
- 1032There's blood upon that dinted sword,
- 1033A stain its steel can never lose:
- 1034'Twas shed for her, who died for me,
- 1035It warmed the heart of one abhorred:
- 1036Nay, start not--no--nor bend thy knee,
- 1037Nor midst my sin such act record;
- 1038Thou wilt absolve me from the deed,
- 1039For he was hostile to thy creed!
- 1040The very name of Nazarene
- 1041Was wormwood to his Paynim spleen.
- 1042Ungrateful fool! since but for brands
- 1043Well wielded in some hardy hands,
- 1044And wounds by Galileans given--
- 1045The surest pass to Turkish heaven--
- 1046For him his Houris still might wait
- 1047Impatient at the Prophet's gate.
- 1048I loved her--Love will find its way
- 1049Through paths where wolves would fear to prey;
- 1050And if it dares enough,'twere hard
- 1051If Passion met not some reward--
- 1052No matter how, or where, or why,
- 1053I did not vainly seek, nor sigh:
- 1054Yet sometimes, with remorse, in vain
- 1055I wish she had not loved again.
- 1056She died--I dare not tell thee how;
- 1057But look--'tis written on my brow!
- 1058There read of Cain the curse and crime,
- 1059In characters unworn by Time:
- 1060Still, ere thou dost condemn me, pause;
- 1061Not mine the act, though I the cause.
- 1062Yet did he but what I had done
- 1063Had she been false to more than one.
- 1064Faithless to him--he gave the blow;
- 1065But true to me--I laid him low:
- 1066Howe'er deserved her doom might be,
- 1067Her treachery was truth to me;
- 1068To me she gave her heart, that all
- 1069Which Tyranny can ne'er enthrall;
- 1070And I, alas! too late to save!
- 1071Yet all I then could give, I gave--
- 1072'Twas some relief--our foe a grave.
- 1073His death sits lightly; but her fate
- 1074Has made me--what thou well mayst hate.
- 1075His doom was sealed--he knew it well,
- 1076Warned by the voice of stern Taheer,
- 1077Deep in whose darkly boding ear
- 1078The deathshot pealed of murder near,
- 1079As filed the troop to where they fell!
- 1080He died too in the battle broil,
- 1081A time that heeds nor pain nor toil;
- 1082One cry to Mahomet for aid,
- 1083One prayer to Alla all he made:
- 1084He knew and crossed me in the fray--
- 1085I gazed upon him where he lay,
- 1086And watched his spirit ebb away:
- 1087Though pierced like pard by hunter's steel,
- 1088He felt not half that now I feel.
- 1089I searched, but vainly searched, to find
- 1090The workings of a wounded mind;
- 1091Each feature of that sullen corse
- 1092Betrayed his rage, but no remorse.
- 1093Oh, what had Vengeance given to trace
- 1094Despair upon his dying face!
- 1095The late repentance of that hour
- 1096When Penitence hath lost her power
- 1097To tear one terror from the grave,
- 1098And will not soothe, and cannot save.
- 1099"The cold in clime are cold in blood,
- 1100Their love can scarce deserve the name;
- 1101But mine was like the lava flood
- 1102That boils in Ætna's breast of flame.
- 1103I cannot prate in puling strain
- 1104Of Ladye-love, and Beauty's chain:
- 1105If changing cheek, and scorching vein,
- 1106Lips taught to writhe, but not complain,
- 1107If bursting heart, and maddening brain,
- 1108And daring deed, and vengeful steel,
- 1109And all that I have felt, and feel,
- 1110Betoken love--that love was mine,
- 1111And shown by many a bitter sign.
- 1112'Tis true, I could not whine nor sigh,
- 1113I knew but to obtain or die.
- 1114I die--but first I have possessed,
- 1115And come what may, I have been blessed.
- 1116Shall I the doom I sought upbraid?
- 1117No--reft of all, yet undismayed
- 1118But for the thought of Leila slain,
- 1119Give me the pleasure with the pain,
- 1120So would I live and love again.
- 1121I grieve, but not, my holy Guide!
- 1122For him who dies, but her who died:
- 1123She sleeps beneath the wandering wave--
- 1124Ah! had she but an earthly grave,
- 1125This breaking heart and throbbing head
- 1126Should seek and share her narrow bed.
- 1127She was a form of Life and Light,
- 1128That, seen, became a part of sight;
- 1129And rose, where'er I turned mine eye,
- 1130The Morning-star of Memory!
- 1131"Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven;
- 1132A spark of that immortal fire
- 1133With angels shared, by Alia given,
- 1134To lift from earth our low desire.
- 1135Devotion wafts the mind above,
- 1136But Heaven itself descends in Love;
- 1137A feeling from the Godhead caught,
- 1138To wean from self each sordid thought;
- 1139A ray of Him who formed the whole;
- 1140A Glory circling round the soul!
- 1141I grant my love imperfect, all
- 1142That mortals by the name miscall;
- 1143Then deem it evil, what thou wilt;
- 1144But say, oh say, hers was not Guilt!
- 1145She was my Life's unerring Light:
- 1146That quenched--what beam shall break my night?
- 1147Oh! would it shone to lead me still,
- 1148Although to death or deadliest ill!
- 1149Why marvel ye, if they who lose
- 1150This present joy, this future hope,
- 1151No more with Sorrow meekly cope;
- 1152In phrensy then their fate accuse;
- 1153In madness do those fearful deeds
- 1154That seem to add but Guilt to Woe?
- 1155Alas! the breast that inly bleeds
- 1156Hath nought to dread from outward blow:
- 1157Who falls from all he knows of bliss,
- 1158Cares little into what abyss.
- 1159Fierce as the gloomy vulture's now
- 1160To thee, old man, my deeds appear:
- 1161I read abhorrence on thy brow,
- 1162And this too was I born to bear!
- 1163'Tis true, that, like that bird of prey,
- 1164With havock have I marked my way:
- 1165But this was taught me by the dove,
- 1166To die--and know no second love.
- 1167This lesson yet hath man to learn,
- 1168Taught by the thing he dares to spurn:
- 1169The bird that sings within the brake,
- 1170The swan that swims upon the lake,
- 1171One mate, and one alone, will take.
- 1172And let the fool still prone to range,
- 1173And sneer on all who cannot change,
- 1174Partake his jest with boasting boys;
- 1175I envy not his varied joys,
- 1176But deem such feeble, heartless man,
- 1177Less than yon solitary swan;
- 1178Far, far beneath the shallow maid
- 1179He left believing and betrayed.
- 1180Such shame at least was never mine--
- 1181Leila! each thought was only thine!
- 1182My good, my guilt, my weal, my woe,
- 1183My hope on high--my all below.
- 1184Each holds no other like to thee,
- 1185Or, if it doth, in vain for me:
- 1186For worlds I dare not view the dame
- 1187Resembling thee, yet not the same.
- 1188The very crimes that mar my youth,
- 1189This bed of death--attest my truth!
- 1190'Tis all too late--thou wert, thou art
- 1191The cherished madness of my heart!
- 1192"And she was lost--and yet I breathed,
- 1193But not the breath of human life:
- 1194A serpent round my heart was wreathed,
- 1195And stung my every thought to strife.
- 1196Alike all time, abhorred all place,
- 1197Shuddering I shrank from Nature's face,
- 1198Where every hue that charmed before
- 1199The blackness of my bosom wore.
- 1200The rest thou dost already know,
- 1201And all my sins, and half my woe.
- 1202But talk no more of penitence;
- 1203Thou seest I soon shall part from hence:
- 1204And if thy holy tale were true,
- 1205The deed that's done canst thou undo?
- 1206Think me not thankless--but this grief
- 1207Looks not to priesthood for relief.
- 1208My soul's estate in secret guess:
- 1209But wouldst thou pity more, say less.
- 1210When thou canst bid my Leila live,
- 1211Then will I sue thee to forgive;
- 1212Then plead my cause in that high place
- 1213Where purchased masses proffer grace.
- 1214Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung
- 1215From forest-cave her shrieking young,
- 1216And calm the lonely lioness:
- 1217But soothe not--mock not my distress!
- 1218"In earlier days, and calmer hours,
- 1219When heart with heart delights to blend,
- 1220Where bloom my native valley's bowers,
- 1221I had--Ah! have I now?--a friend!
- 1222To him this pledge I charge thee send,
- 1223Memorial of a youthful vow;
- 1224I would remind him of my end:
- 1225Though souls absorbed like mine allow
- 1226Brief thought to distant Friendship's
claim,
- 1227Yet dear to him my blighted name.
- 1228'Tis strange--he prophesied my doom,
- 1229And I have smiled--I then could smile--
- 1230When Prudence would his voice assume,
- 1231And warn--I recked not what--the while:
- 1232But now Remembrance whispers o'er
- 1233Those accents scarcely marked before.
- 1234Say--that his bodings came to pass,
- 1235And he will start to hear their truth,
- 1236And wish his words had not been sooth:
- 1237Tell him--unheeding as I was,
- 1238Through many a busy bitter scene
- 1239Of all our golden youth had been,
- 1240In pain, my faltering tongue had tried
- 1241To bless his memory--ere I died;
- 1242But Heaven in wrath would turn away,
- 1243If Guilt should for the guiltless pray.
- 1244I do not ask him not to blame,
- 1245Too gentle he to wound my name;
- 1246And what have I to do with Fame?
- 1247I do not ask him not to mourn,
- 1248Such cold request might sound like scorn;
- 1249And what than Friendship's manly tear
- 1250May better grace a brother's bier?
- 1251But bear this ring, his own of old,
- 1252And tell him--what thou dost behold!
- 1253The withered frame, the ruined mind,
- 1254The wrack by passion left behind,
- 1255A shrivelled scroll, a scattered leaf,
- 1256Seared by the autumn blast of Grief!
- 1257"Tell me no more of Fancy's gleam,
- 1258No, father, no,'twas not a dream;
- 1259Alas! the dreamer first must sleep,
- 1260I only watched, and wished to weep;
- 1261But could not, for my burning brow
- 1262Throbbed to the very brain as now:
- 1263I wished but for a single tear,
- 1264As something welcome, new, and dear:
- 1265I wished it then, I wish it still;
- 1266Despair is stronger than my will.
- 1267Waste not thine orison, despair
- 1268Is mightier than thy pious prayer:
- 1269I would not, if I might, be blest;
- 1270I want no Paradise, but rest.
- 1271'Twas then--I tell thee--father! then
- 1272I saw her; yes, she lived again;
- 1273And shining in her white symar
- 1274As through yon pale gray cloud the star
- 1275Which now I gaze on, as on her,
- 1276Who looked and looks far lovelier;
- 1277Dimly I view its trembling spark;
- 1278To-morrow's night shall be more dark;
- 1279And I, before its rays appear,
- 1280That lifeless thing the living fear.
- 1281I wander--father! for my soul
- 1282Is fleeting towards the final goal.
- 1283I saw her--friar! and I rose
- 1284Forgetful of our former woes;
- 1285And rushing from my couch, I dart,
- 1286And clasp her to my desperate heart;
- 1287I clasp--what is it that I clasp?
- 1288No breathing form within my grasp,
- 1289No heart that beats reply to mine--
- 1290Yet, Leila! yet the form is thine!
- 1291And art thou, dearest, changed so much
- 1292As meet my eye, yet mock my touch?
- 1293Ah! were thy beauties e'er so cold,
- 1294I care not--so my arms enfold
- 1295The all they ever wished to hold.
- 1296Alas! around a shadow prest
- 1297They shrink upon my lonely breast;
- 1298Yet still 'tis there! In silence stands,
- 1299And beckons with beseeching hands!
- 1300With braided hair, and bright-black eye--
- 1301I knew 'twas false--she could not die!
- 1302But he is dead! within the dell
- 1303I saw him buried where he fell;
- 1304He comes not--for he cannot break
- 1305From earth;--why then art thou awake?
- 1306They told me wild waves rolled above
- 1307The face I view--the form I love;
- 1308They told me--'twas a hideous tale!--
- 1309I'd tell it, but my tongue would fail:
- 1310If true, and from thine ocean-cave
- 1311Thou com'st to claim a calmer grave,
- 1312Oh! pass thy dewy fingers o'er
- 1313This brow that then will burn no more;
- 1314Or place them on my hopeless heart:
- 1315But, Shape or Shade! whate'er thou art,
- 1316In mercy ne'er again depart!
- 1317Or farther with thee bear my soul
- 1318Than winds can waft or waters roll!
- 1319"Such is my name, and such my tale.
- 1320Confessor! to thy secret ear
- 1321I breathe the sorrows I bewail,
- 1322And thank thee for the generous tear
- 1323This glazing eye could never shed.
- 1324Then lay me with the humblest dead,
- 1325And, save the cross above my head,
- 1326Be neither name nor emblem spread,
- 1327By prying stranger to be read,
- 1328Or stay the passing pilgrim's tread."
- 1329He passed--nor of his name and race
- 1330He left a token or a trace,
- 1331Save what the Father must not say
- 1332Who shrived him on his dying day:
- 1333This broken tale was all we knew
- 1334Of her he loved, or him he slew.