Mark his gay course and own the hues of His Corsair's isle was once thine o heaven; domainTill, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Would that with freedom it were th Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep. On such an eve, his palest beam he cast, When - Athens! here thy Wisest look'd his last. How watch'd thy better sons his farewell-ray, But ere he sunk below Cithaeron's head, again! The Sun hath sunk — and, darker th the night, Sinks with his beam upon the bead Medora's heart-the third day's come a The wind was fair though light; and stor were none. Last eve Anselmo's bark return'd, and Had Conrad waited for that single sail The night-breeze freshens--she that d In watching all that Hope proclaim'd a mas away: She saw not-felt not this-nor dared depa Nor deem'd it cold-her chill was at h heart; Till grew such certainty from that su pense His very Sight had shock'd from life sense! Her emblem sparkles o'er the minaret: It came at last-a sad and shatter'd bo Whose inmates first beheld whom first th sought; the few- To trust their accents to Medora's ear. That deem'd not till they found their energ ter'd-wept All lost-that softness died not--but it slep “Silent you stand—nor would I hear you | Yet would I ask-almost my lip denies "Pacha! the day is thine; and on thy crest Sits Triumph-Conrad taken-fall'n the rest! His doom is fix'd-he dies: and well his fate Methinks, a short release, for ransom told "Lady! we know not-scarce with life Report speaks largely of his pirate-hoard we fled; But here is one denies that he is dead: Would that of this my Pacha were the Lord! He saw him bound; and bleeding-but | Watch'd-follow'd-he were then an easier alive." She heard no further-'twas in vain to strive So throbb'd each vein-each thought-till Her own dark soul—these words at once wave Perchance but snatch'd her from another grave; prey; But once cut off-the remnant of his band Embark their wealth, and seek a safer strand." "Gulnare!-If for each drop of blood a Were offer'd rich as Stamboul's diadem; gem If for each hair of his a massy mine Of virgin-ore should supplicating shine; If all our Arab tales divulge or dream Of wealth were here-that gold should not redeem! But that with hands though rude, yet weep-It had not now redeem'd a single hour, And, thirsting for revenge, I ponder still But that I know him fetter'd, in my power; On pangs that longest rack and latest kill." ing eyes, That fainting form o'er which they gaze With not a friend to animate, and tell heaven Of earthly hope-thy loved one from th riven. Such were the thoughts that outlaw m sustain, And govern pangs surpassing mortal pai And those sustain'd he-boots it well or i Since not to sink beneath, is something sti The first day pass'd-be saw not her The second-third-and still she came there; But what her words avouch'd, her char had done, Or else he had not seen another sun. The fourth day roll'd along, and with t night Came storm and darkness in their mingli might; Oh! how he listen'd to the rushing deep That ne'er till now so broke upon his slee And his wild spirit wilder wishes sent, Roused by the roar of his own element Oft had he ridden on that winged way And loved its roughness for the speed it gav And now its dashing echo'd on his ear, A long known voice - alas! too vainly nea Loud sung the wind above; and, doub Whate'er her sins, to him a guardian-saint, | Thou hast forgot paint ; Yet changed since last within that cell she came, More pale her cheek, more tremulous her frame: O him she cast her dark and hurried eye, Which spoke before her accents-"thou must die! Tes, thou must die-there is but one re source, The last-the worst-if torture were not worse. 97 is this a garb for flight? Or is that instrument more fit for fight?" "Misdoubting Corsair! I have gain'd the guard, Ripe for revolt, and greedy for reward. If in aught evil, for thy sake the crime: Lady! I look to none-my lips proclaim That hated tyrant, Conrad-he must bleed! What last proclaim'd they - Conrad still I see thee shudder-but my soul is changed— Wrong'd-spurn'd-reviled-and it shall be avenged- the same: Why shouldst thou seek an outlaw's life to spare, And change the sentence I deserve to bear? Well have I earn'd—nor here alone-the meed Seyd's revenge by many a lawless deed." head Has the keen sabre by a single thread; hast courage still, and wouldst be free, Receive this poniard-rise-and follow me!" Ay-in my chains! my steps will gently tread, I was a slave unmurmuring; he hath said, Their words are omens Insult renders true. Would fain reserve me for his lordly will: I still had saved thee-but the Pacha spared. With these adornments, o'er each slumber- 'Tis now the beacon of thy safety- now ing head! It points within the port a Mainote prow: 98 But in one chamber, where our path must | From a lone chamber struck upon his si lead, There sleeps - he must not wake-the oppressor Seyd!" "Gulnare Gulnare -I never felt till now My abject fortune, wither'd fame so low: Seyd is mine enemy: had swept my band From earth with ruthless but with open hand, And therefore came I, in my bark of war, To smite the smiter with the scimitar; Such is my weapon-not the secret knifeWho spares a woman's seeks not slumber's life. Thine saved I gladly, Lady, not for thisLet me not deem that mercy shewn amiss. Now fare thee well-more peace be with thy breast! Night wears apace-my last of earthly rest!” were o'er Towards it he moved, a scarcely closing Reveal'd the ray within, but nothing n With hasty step a figure outward past Then paused-and turn'd- and pausedShe at last! No poniard in that hand-nor sign of i "Thanks to that softening heart-she c not kill!" He had been tempted-chasten'd—and chain Yet on his arms might ever there rem But ne'er from strife-captivity-remors From all his feelings in their inmost for So thrill'd so shudder'd every creeping y As now they froze before that purple st That spot of blood, that light but gu streak, Had banish'd all the beauty from her che Blood he had view'd could view unmove but then Corsair! we meet in safety or no more; where That passage led; nor lamp nor guard were there: She clapp'd her hands-and through gallery pour, He sees a dusky glimmering-shall he seek Equipp'd for flight, her vassals - Greek Or shun that ray so indistinct and weak? Chance guides his steps- a freshness seems Silent but quick they stoop, his cha to bear Moor; unbind; Full on his brow, as if from morning-air-Once more his limbs are free as mounta sky: Yet scarcely heeded these-another light wind! But on his heavy heart such sadness sal As if they there transferr'd that iron weig No words are utter'd-at her sign, a d |