Were wafted off to seas unknown, Where not a pulse should beat but ours, And we might live, love, die alone! Far from the cruel and the cold,

Where the bright eyes of angels only Should come around us to behold

A paradise so pure and lonely! Would this be world enough for thee?" Playful she turn'd, that he might see

The passing smile her cheek put on! But when she mark'd how mournfully

His eyes met hers, that smile was gone; And, bursting into heartfelt tears, "Yes, yes," she cried, "my hourly fears, My dreams, have boded all too right

We part for ever part

to-night!

I knew, I knew it could not last —

'Twas bright, 'twas heavenly, but 'tis past! Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,

I've seen my fondest hopes decay;

I never loved a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.

I never nursed a dear gazelle,

To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,

And love me, it was sure to die!
Now too the joy most like divine
Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,
Oh, misery! must I lose that too?

Though heaven, it may be death to thee. Farewell — and blessings on thy way,

Where'er thou go'st, beloved stranger!

Better to sit and watch that ray,

And think thee safe, though far away,

Than have thee near me, and in danger!

"Danger! oh, tempt me not to boast,"
The youth exclaim'd, "thou little know'st
What he can brave who, born and nurst
In Danger's paths, has dared her worst!
Upon whose ear the signal-word

Of strife and death is hourly breaking;
Who sleeps with head upon the sword
His fever'd hand must grasp in waking!
Danger! —"

I now fear nothing but those eyes.
If aught on earth could charm or force
My spirit from its destined course,

If aught could make this soul forget
The bond to which its seal is set,

"Twould be those eyes; they, only they, Could melt that sacred seal away!

But no - 'tis fix'd my awful doom

Is fix'd-on this side of the tomb

We meet no more

why, why did Heaven Mingle two souls that earth has riven, Has rent asunder, wide as ours? O Arab maid! as soon the powers Of light and darkness may combine, As I be link'd with thee or thine! Thy Father - "

His gray head from that lightning glance! Thou know'st him not, - he loves the brave;

Nor lives there under heaven's expanse
One who would prize, would worship thee,
And thy bold spirit, more than he.
Oft, when in childhood, I have play'd

With the bright falchion by his side,
I've heard him swear his lisping maid

In time should be a warrior's bride;
And still, whene'er, at haram hours,
I take him cool sherbets and flowers,
He tells me, when in playful mood,
A hero shall my bridegroom be,
Since maids are best in battle woo'd,

Nay, turn not from me, thou alone
Art form'd to make both hearts thy own.
Go join his sacred ranks - thou know'st
Th' unholy strife these Persians wage : —
Good Heaven, that frown! even now thou glow'st
With more than mortal warrior's rage.
Haste to the camp by morning's light,
And, when that sword is raised in fight,
Oh, still remember, Love and I
Beneath its shadow trembling lie!
One victory o'er those Slaves of Fire,
Those impious Ghebers, whom my sire
Abhors"