Of Liberty's great soul depart,

Then lay him down, and share her deathEv'n he, so sunk in wretchedness,

With doom still darker gathering o'er him,

In the mild eyes that shone before him,
Beaming that blest assurance, worth
All other transports known on earth,
That he was lov'd—well, warmly lov'd —
Oh! in this precious hour he prov'd
How deep, how thorough-felt the glow
Of rapture, kindling out of woe; —
How exquisite one single drop

Of bliss, thus sparkling to the top
Of misery's cup-how keenly quaff'd,
Though death must follow on the draught!

She too, while gazing on those eyes
That sink into her soul so deep,

Forgets all fears, all miseries,

Or feels them like the wretch in sleep,

Whom fancy cheats into a smile,

Who dreams of joy, and sobs the while!

The mighty Ruins where they stood,
Upon the mount's high, rocky verge,
Lay open tow'rds the ocean flood,

Where lightly o'er th' illumin'd surge
Many a fair bark that, all the day,
Had lurk'd in sheltering creek or bay,
Now bounded on and gave their sails,
Yet dripping, to the evening gales;
Like eagles, when the storm is done,
Spreading their wet wings in the sun.
The beauteous clouds, though daylight's Star
Had sunk behind the hills of LAR,

Were still with lingering glories bright,

As if, to grace the gorgeous West,

The Spirit of departing Light

That eve had left his sunny vest

Behind him, ere he wing'd his flight.
Never was scene so form'd for love!
Beneath them, waves of crystal move
In silent swell - heav'n glows above,
And their pure hearts, to transport given,
Swell like the wave, and glow like heav'n!

But ah! too soon that dream is past
Again, again her fear returns;—
Night, dreadful night, is gathering fast,
More faintly the horizon burns,
And every rosy tint that lay

On the smooth sea hath died away.
Hastily to the darkening skies

A glance she casts then wildly cries

"At night, he said — and, look, 'tis near —

"Fly, fly if yet thou lov'st me, fly

"Soon will his murderous band be here,

"And I shall see thee bleed and die.

"Hush! - heard'st thou not the tramp of men

Sounding from yonder fearful glen ? — "Perhaps ev'n now they climb the wood

"Fly, fly-though still the West is bright, "He'll come - oh! yes he wants thy blood

"I know him—he'll not wait for night!"

In terrors ev'n to agony

She clings around the wondering Chief; "Alas, poor wilder'd maid! to me

"Thou ow'st this raving trance of grief.

"Lost as I am, nought ever grew
"Beneath my shade but perish'd too -
"My doom is like the Dead Sea air,
"And nothing lives that enters there!
"Why were our barks together driven
"Beneath this morning's furious heaven?

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Why, when I saw the prize that chance

"Had thrown into my desperate arms, — "When, casting but a single glance

"Upon thy pale and prostrate charms, "I vow'd (though watching viewless o'er

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Thy safety through that hour's alarms) "To meet the' unmanning sight no more

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Why have I broke that heart-wrung vow?
Why weakly, madly met thee now? -

"Of torrents through yon valley hurl'd"Dread nothing here- upon this rock

"We stand above the jarring world, "Alike beyond its hope-its dread"In gloomy safety, like the Dead! "Or, could ev'n earth and hell unite "In league to storm this Sacred Height, "Fear nothing thou-myself, to-night,

"And each o'erlooking star that dwells "Near God will be thy sentinels;

"And, ere to-morrow's dawn shall glow,

The maiden scream'd" thou'lt never see "To-morrow's sun death, death will be "The night-cry through each reeking tower, "Unless we fly, ay, fly this hour!

"Thou art betray'd

some wretch who knew

"That dreadful glen's mysterious clew

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Nay, doubt not- by yon stars, 'tis true

"Hath sold thee to my vengeful sire ;

"This morning, with that smile so dire

"He wears in joy, he told me all,

"And stamp'd in triumph through our hall,

"As though thy heart already beat

"Its last life-throb beneath his feet!

"Good Heav'n, how little dream'd I then "His victim was my own lov'd youth!

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By all my hopes of heaven 'tis truth!"

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