And find those tears warm as when last they started, A moment, keep me from those arms away?" While thus he thinks, still nearer on the breeze And round and round them still, in wheeling flight, Awhile they dance before him, then divide Breaking, like rosy Around the rich pavilion of the sun, Till silently dispers ing, one by one, Through many a path that from the chamber leads To gardens, terraces, and moonlight meads, Their distant laughter comes upon the wind, No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow, Held a small lute of gold and sandal-wood, Which once or twice she touch'd with hurried strain, Then took her trembling fingers off again. But when at length a timid glance she stole At Azim, the sweet gravity of soul She saw through all his features calm'd her fear, And, like a half-tamed antelope, more near, Though shrinking still, she came; then sat her down. Upon a musnud's edge, and, bolder grown, In the pathetic mode of Isfahan Touch'd a preluding strain, and thus began: There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long. In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer! "Poor maiden ! thought the youth, "if thou wert sent, With thy soft lute and beauty's blandishment To wake unholy wishes in this heart, Or tempt its truth, thou little know'st the art ; And leads thy soul if e'er it wander'd thence So gently back to its first innocence, That I would sooner stop the unchain'd dove, And round its snowy wing new fetters twine, Than turn from virtue one pure wish of thine!" Scarce had this feeling pass'd when sparkling through The gently open'd curtains of light blue That veil'd the breezy casement, countless eyes, |