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He slept Who o'er his placid slumber bends ?
She gazed in wonder, “ Can he calmly sleep, “ While other eyes his fall or ravage weep?
“ And mine in restlessness are wandering here “ What sudden spell hath made this man so dear? “ True—'tis to him my life, and more, I owe, “ And me and mine he spared from worse than woe: < 'Tis late to think—but soft_his slumber breaks. “ How heavily he sighs !--he starts—awakes!”
He raised his head and dazzled with the light, His eye seem'd dubious if it saw aright: He moved his hand—the grating of his chain Too harshly told him that he lived again. 66 What is that form? if not a shape of air, “ Methinks, my jailor's face shows wond'rous fair!”
66 Pirate! thou know'st me not-but I am one, “ Grateful for deeds thou hast too rarely done; “ Look on me and remember her, thy hand “ Snatch'd from the flames, and thy more fearful band. “ I come through darkness—and I scarce know why" Yet not to hurt--I would not see thee die."
66 If so, kind lady! thine the only eye " That would not here in that gay hope delight: " Theirs is the chance and let them use their right. " But still I thank their courtesy or thine, " That would confess me at so fair a shrine !”
Strange though it seem—yet with extremest grief
And sometimes with the wisest and the best,
“ Corsair! thy doom is named—but I have power “ To soothe the Pacha in his weaker hour. “ Thee would I spare_nay more-would save thee now, “ But this_time_hope—nor even thy strength allow; " But all I can, I will : at least delay “ The sentence that remits thee scarce a day. “More now were ruin-even thyself were loth “ The vain attempt should bring but doom to both.”
“ Yes !_loth indeed :—my soul is nerved to all,
My sole resources in the path I trod “Were these-my bark-my sword my love my God!
“ The last I left in youth—he leaves me now
“ Thou lov'st another then? but what to me “ Is this—'tis nothing-nothing e'er can be: “ But yet thou lov'st_and—Oh! I envy those " Whose hearts on hearts as faithful can repose, “ Who never feel the void—the wandering thought “ That sighs o'er visions—such as mine hath wrought.”
“ Lady-methought thy love was his, for whom “ This arm redeem'd thee from a fiery tomb.”
" My love stern Seyd's! Oh_No_No_not my love “ Yet much this heart, that strives no more, once strove “ To meet his passion_but it would not be. I felt
_I feel_love dwells with with the free. “ I am a slave, a favour'd slave at best, “ To share his splendour, and seem very blest ! - Oft must my soul the question undergo, 60f_ Dost thou love ?' and burn to answer, “No!'
“Oh! hard it is that fondness to sustain, “ And struggle not to feel averse in vain ; “ But harder still the heart's recoil to bear, “ And hide from one-perhaps another there. “ He takes the hand I give not—nor withhold“ Its pulse nor check’d—nor quicken'd_calmly cold: “And when resign'd, it drops a lifeless weight “ From one I never loved enough to hate. “No warmth these lips return by his imprest, “ And chill'd remembrance shudders o'er the rest. “ Yes—had I ever proved that passion's zeal, “The change to hatred were at least to feel : “But still_he goes unmourn'd_returns unsought“And oft when present-absent from my thought. “ Or when reflection comes, and come it must“ I fear that henceforth 'twill but bring disgust; “I am his slave—but, in despite of pride, “ 'Twere worse than bondage to become his bride. “Oh! that this dotage of his breast would cease ! “Or seek another and give mine release, “But yesterday-I could have said, to peace! “Yes_if unwonted fondness now I feign, “ Remember-captive! ?tis to break thy chain;
Repay the life that to thy hand I owe; “ To give thee back to all endear'd below, “Who share such love as I can never know. “ Farewell_morn breaks and I must now away : “ 'Twill cost me dear but dread no death to-day!”
She press'd his fetter'd fingers to her heart,