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Half draws the falchion from its sheath;

All's o'er in rust your blades

may

lie;

He, at whose word they've scatter'd death,
Ev'n now, this night, himself must die!
Well may ye look to yon dim tower,

And ask, and wondering guess what means

The battle-cry at this dead hour

Ah! she could tell you she, who leans Unheeded there, pale, sunk, aghast,

With brow against the dew-cold mast

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Her soul's first idol and its last,

Lies bleeding in that murderous strife.

But see what moves upon

the height?

Some signal!-'tis a torch's light.

What bodes its solitary glare?

In gasping silence tow'rd the shrine
All eyes are turn'd thine, HINDA, thine
Fix their last failing life-beams there.
'Twas but a moment fierce and high

The death-pile blaz'd into the sky,

And far away o'er rock and flood
Its melancholy radiance sent;
While HAFED, like a vision, stood
Reveal'd before the burning pyre,
Tall, shadowy, like a Spirit of Fire
Shrin'd in its own grand element !

""Tis he!" the shuddering maid exclaims,

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But, while she speaks, he's seen no more;

High burst in air the funeral flames,

And IRAN's hopes and hers are o'er!

One wild, heart-broken shriek she

gave

Then sprung, as if to reach that blaze,

Where still she fix'd her dying gaze,

And, gazing, sunk into the wave,

Deep, deep,

where never care or pain

Shall reach her innocent heart again!

Farewel― farewel to thee, ARABY's daughter!

(Thus warbled a PERI beneath the dark sea) No pearl ever lay, under OMAN's green water, . More pure in its shell than thy Spirit in thee.

Oh! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing,

How light was thy heart 'till love's witchery came, Like the wind of the south 3 o'er a summer lute blowing, And hush'd all its music and wither'd its frame !

But long, upon ARABY's green sunny highlands,
Shall maids and their lovers remember the doom
Of her, who lies sleeping among the Pearl Islands,
With nought but the sea-star to light up her tomb.

And still, when the merry date-season is burning,

And calls to the palm-groves the young and the old, The happiest there, from their pastime returning,

At sunset, will weep when thy story is told.

The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses Her dark flowing hair for some festival day,

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3 "This wind (the Samoor) so softens the strings of lutes, that they can never be tuned while it lasts."— Stephen's Persia.

4" One of the greatest curiosities found in the Persian Gulf is a fish which the English call Star-fish. It is circular, and at night very luminous, resembling the full moon surrounded by rays.” — Mirza Abu Taleb.

5 For a description of the merriment of the date-time, of their work, their dances, and their return home from the palm-groves at the end of autumn with the fruits, v. Kempfer, Amanitat. Exot.

Will think of thy fate till, neglecting her tresses,
She mournfully turns from the mirror away.

Nor shall IRAN, belov'd of her Hero! forget thee,→→ Though tyrants watch over her tears as they start, Close, close by the side of that Hero she'll set thee, Embalm'd in the innermost shrine of her heart.

Farewel—be it ours to embellish thy pillow

With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep; Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep.

Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber
That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept;"

With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreath'd chamber,
We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.

We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling,
And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head;

6 Some naturalists have imagined that amber is a concretion of the tears of birds. - v. Trevoux, Chambers.

We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian' are sparkling, And gather their gold to strew over thy bed.

Farewel

farewel

until Pity's sweet fountain

Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave,

They'll weep for the Chieftain who died on that mountain,

They'll weep for the Maiden who sleeps in this wave.

7 "The bay Kieselarke, which is otherwise called the Golden Bay, the sand whereof shines as fire."

Struy.

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