ZENEL.*

A TALE OF GRANADA.

CANTO I.

I.

SHE was a peasant's daughter blithe and fair, With cheeks fresh as the rose of Paradise, Locks like the raven's wing, dark languid eyes, And young and beautiful beyond compare ;An airy flitting bird, aye soft and meek,

Modest and gentle as the timid fawn,

When first it ventures forth upon the lawnSought and beloved was young ZENEL: but like The radiant sunbeam prisoned in a cloud

Ere it has traversed all its missioned way
From the metropolis of light and day—

A meteor seen, then lost in night's dim shroud

* Pronounced Thanail.