"Thy will, thy doom this night to die,
"Let me but stay to die with thee,
"And I will bless thy loved name,

""Till the last life-breath leave this frame.

"Oh! let our lips, our cheeks be laid

"But near each other while they fade;

"Let us but mix our parting breaths,

"And I can die ten thousand deaths! "You too, who hurry me away

"So cruelly, one moment stay

"Oh! stay

one moment is not much

"He yet may come

- for him I pray

"HAFED! dear HAFED!" all the way

In wild lamentings, that would touch
A heart of stone, she shriek'd his name
To the dark woods no HAFED came:-
No

hapless pair - you've looked you've looked your last; Your hearts should both have broken then:

The dream is o'er

your doom is cast

You'll never meet on earth again !

Alas for him, who hears her cries!

Still half-way down the steep he stands,

Watching with fix'd and feverish eyes
The glimmer of those burning brands,
That down the rocks, with mournful ray,
Light all he loves on earth away!
Hopeless as they who, far at sea,

By the cold moon have just consign'd
The corse of one, lov'd tenderly,

To the bleak flood they leave behind;
And on the deck still lingering stay,
And long look back, with sad delay,
To watch the moonlight on the wave,
That ripples o'er that cheerless grave.

From the land side it comes, and loud

Rings through the chasm; as if the crowd
Of fearful things, that haunt that dell,
Its Gholes and Dives and shapes of hell
Had all in one dread howl broke out,
So loud, so terrible that shout!

"They come the Moslems come!" - he cries,

His proud soul mounting to his eyes,

"Now, Spirits of the Brave, who roam "Enfranchis'd through yon starry dome,

"Rejoice for souls of kindred fire

"Are on the wing to join your choir !”
He said—and, light as bridegrooms bound
To their young loves, reclimb'd the steep
And gain'd the shrine - his Chiefs stood round-
Their swords, as with instinctive leap,

Together, at that cry accurst,

Had from their sheaths, like sunbeams, burst.

And hark!-again-again it rings;

Near and more near its echoings

Peal through the chasm-oh! who that then
Had seen those listening warrior-men,

With their swords grasp'd, their eyes of flame
Turn'd on their Chief- could doubt the shame,

Th' indignant shame with which they thrill

To hear those shouts and yet stand still?

He read their thoughts-they were his own"What! while our arms can wield these blades,

"Shall we die tamely? die alone?

"Without one victim to our shades,

"One Moslem heart where, buried deep, "The sabre from its toil may sleep?

"No God of IRAN's burning skies!
"Thou scorn'st th' inglorious sacrifice.
"No-though of all earth's hope bereft,
"Life, swords, and vengeance still are left.
"We'll make yon valley's reeking caves

"Live in the awe-struck minds of men,

" "Till tyrants shudder, when their slaves "Tell of the Ghebers' bloody glen.

"Follow, brave hearts!

this pile remains

"Our refuge still from life and chains;

"But his the best, the holiest bed,

"Who sinks entomb'd in Moslem dead!"

Down the precipitous rocks they sprung,
While vigour, more than human, strung
Each arm and heart. - Th' exulting foe
Still through the dark defiles below,
Track'd by his torches' lurid fire,

Wound slow, as through GOLCONDA's vale

IV. Hoole upon the Story of Sinbad.

I

The mighty serpent, in his ire,

Glides on with glittering, deadly trail.

No torch the Ghebers need

so well

They know each mystery of the dell,

So oft have, in their wanderings,

Cross'd the wild race that round them dwell,

The very tigers from their delves

Look out, and let them pass, as things

Untam'd and fearless like themselves!

There was a deep ravine, that lay
Yet darkling in the Moslem's way; -
Fit spot to make invaders rue

The many fall'n before the few.

The torrents from that morning's sky
Had fill'd the narrow chasm breast-high,

And, on each side, aloft and wild,

Huge cliffs and toppling crags were pil'd,

The guards, with which young Freedom lines The pathways to her mountain shrines.

Here, at this pass, the scanty

Of IRAN's last avengers stand;

band