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“ Light of the Faith! who twin’st religion's zeal “ So close with love's, men know not which they feel, “ Nor which to sigh for, in their trance of heart, .66 The Heav'n thoù preachest or the Heav'n thou art !
What should I be without thee? without thee 66 How dull were power, how joyless victory ! 6. Though borne by angels, if that smile of thine “ Bless'd not my banner, 'twere but half divine “ But, why so mournful, child ? those eyes, that shone “ All life last-night - what! - is their glory gone? “ Come, come - this morn's fatigue hath made them
pale, They want rekindling suns themselves would fail, “ Did not their comets bring, as I to thee, 66 From Light's own fount supplies of brilliancy ! “ Thou seest this cup-no juice of earth is here, 66 But the pure waters of that upper sphere, 66 Whose rills o'er ruby beds and topaz flow,
Catching the gem's bright colour, as they go.
Genii come and fill these urns Nay, drink in every drop life's essence burns ; 66 'Twill make that soul all fire, those eyes all light “ Come, come, I want thy loveliest smiles to-night:
" There is a youth-why start ?—thou saw'st him then; “ Look'd he not nobly? such the god-like men 66 Thou'lt have to woo thee in the bowers above; “ Though he, I'fear, hath thoughts too stern for love, 6 Too rul’d by that cold enemy of bliss 66 The world calls virtue we must conquer this;
Nay, shrink not, pretty sage; 'tis not for thee 6 To scan the mazes of Heav'n's mystery. 66 The steel must pass through fire, ere it can yield “ Fit instruments for mighty hands to wield. “ This very night I mean to try the art « Of powerful beauty on that warrior's heart. 6 All that my Haram boasts of bloom and wit, 66 Of skill and charms, most rare and exquisite, “ Shall tempt the boy;--young MIRZALA's blue eyes, “ Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies; 66 AROUYA's cheeks, warm as a spring-day sun, “ And lips that, like the seal of SOLOMON, “ Have magic in their pressure; ZEBA's lute,
And Lilla's dancing feet, that gleam and shoot “ Rapid and whịte as sea-birds o'er the deep ! - All shall combine their witching powers to steep
My convert's spirit in that softening trance, « From which to Heay'n is but the next advance; “ That glowing, yielding fusion of the breast, “ On which Religion stamps her image best. “ But hear me, Priestess !- though each nymph of these “ Hath some peculiar, practis'd power to please, 6 Some glance or step which, at the mirror tried, 6 First charms herself, then all the world beside; 66 There still wants one, to make the victory sure, “ One, who in every look joins every lure; “ Through whom all beauty's beams concenter'd pass,
Dazzling and warm, as through love's burning-glass; 6 Whose gentle lips persuade without a word, 66 Whose words, ev’n when únmeaning, are ador’d, “ Like inarticulate breathings from a shrine, 66 Which our faith takes for granted are divine ! 66 Such is the nymph we want, all warmth and light, 6 To crown the rich temptations of to-night; « Such the refin'd enchantress that must be 66 This hero's vanquishet', — and thou art she !"
With her hands clasp’d, her lips apart and pale, The maid had stood, gazing upon the Veil
From which these words, like south-winds through a
At first, tho' mute she listen'd, like a dream Seem'd all he said; nor could her mind, whose beam As yet was weak, penetrate half his scheme. But when, at length, he uttered “ Thou art she!” All flash'd at once, and, shrieking piteously, 66 Oh not for worlds !” she cried - “ Great God! to
66 whom “ I once knelt innocent, is this my doom? “ Are all my dreams, my hopes of heavenly bliss,
My purity, my pride, then come to this,6s To live, the wanton of a fiend ! to be 6 The pander of his guilt -oh infamy!
7 “ It is commonly said in Persia, that if a man breathe in the hot south-wind, which in June or July passes over that flower (the Kerzereh), it will kill him.” Thevenot.
6 And sunk, myself, as low as hell can steep - In its hot flood, drag others down as deep ! “ Others ? - ha! yes -- that youth who came to-day 66 Not him I lov'd not him ---oh! do but say, 66 But swear to me this moment 'tis not he, “ And I will serve, dark fiend ! will worship even thee!”
“ Beware, young raving thing! - in time beware, 66 Nor utter what I cannot, must not bear « Ev'n from thy lips. Go-try thy lute, thy voice, “ The boy must feel their magic - I rejoice 166 To see those fires, no matter whence they rise, “ Once more illuming my fạir Priestess' eyes; « And should the youth, whom soon those eyes shall
$ Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form, “ So much the happier wilt thou find thy doom, " As one warm lover, full of life and bloom, 66 Excels ten thousand cold ones in the tomb. “ Nay, nay, no frowning, sweet! -those eyes were
66 made 6 For love, not anger - I must be obey'd.”