Around her falling draperies,

The rich brocades of India's loom;
Pearls, gems, from many a foreign land,
And treasures brought from Persia's strand;
Jewels, that queens perchance had graced,
In wild profusion round her placed.
Wines, cordials quickly now are brought,
And every remedy is sought

That can bewildered minds restore;

Fresh fruits a crouching menial bore,

And spread before the maiden there ;

Bathed her pale brow, and smoothed her hairLingering did oft the task renew,

But at the pirate's frown withdrew.

VII.

Sense has returned-she opes her eyes

Upon the orient draperies,

Up from the cushions quickly springs,

Flings round a wild, bewildered glance,

Like one awaking from a trance; Her hands in frantic frenzy wrings-

"Ave Maria! where am I?”

She shrieks in tones of agony ;

"AIZEN! oh Heaven! where can I be ?-

What do I dream ?-a phantom see ?

"Tis thou!-the Greek! Oh Mary! dear! Is this the sea-are these the waves I hear?

My father's heart will break with grief-
Ave Maria! bring relief!

AIZEN! wilt brand thy soul a thief?
Let-let thy ship retrace its track,

And to Granada bear me back!"

"Ha! bear thee back! false, haughty fair!
The author of my long despair-
My crime-my woe-my ruin !-Never!
Thou'rt mine, and mine shalt be for ever.
I sought thy hand, and would have given
My all below-my hope of heaven
For thee, a loved, an honored bride;

But thou didst spurn me from thy side-
Thy cruel father from his door ;

And vengeance 'gainst you both I swore.
And since that time I've had but one sole aim-
One thought-one wish-one all-absorbing flame-

To punish him, and link thy life to shame."

"O AIZEN, spare a fate so dread!

In mercy spare and thee I'll wed," !

Clasping his knees she sobbing said ;

My home-my heart-my life shall be
Devoted, consecrate to thee.

My father's gold-his lands are thine;
All, all to thee he shall resign!"

66 Wed me, ZENEL! 'tis all too late!

My ardent love is turned to hate,
Nor long forbearance need'st expect

From him thy cruel scorn hath wrecked."

"Fear'st not-my father and my brother?"—

"Poor, helpless dove! thy threats restrain
They will not strive with me again,

Nor draw their blades against another ;-
Thy brother sleeps beneath the wave;
Old SELEN found a bloody grave;

This sabre pierced to-night his breast,
And sent him to his long and dreamless rest."

Now, as the lightning from the cloud
Dispels the mists that earth enshroud,
Truth flashed across her mental eye,
And showed a fiend of deepest dye.
"Ave Maria! avert my doom!"
She cried, and breathless, shuddering,

Her senses faint and wandering,

Pale as the drapery of the tomb, Cold as a marble pillar, sate

Beneath his lowering frown of hate;

Her lips compressed, and small hand raised,
With vacant stare full on him gazed,

Till through his arteries shot an icy chill,
And his crime-calloused heart with awe grew still.

""Tis most ungenerous-most unkind,

Yet to thy will I am resigned;

But first, one hour to me allow,

That for the dead my tears may flow;
Then thy dark mandate I abide ;"-
Subduedly at last she sighed.

""Tis well for thee thus to submit

One single hour I thee permit,"

He said; then, darkly frowning, warned

Her of her fate, and from her turned
And sought the deck, to breathe the air,
And give all needful orders there.

Down by the silken couch she knelt,

In its soft cushions laid her brow;

If ever human being felt

The pangs of hell, she felt them now. Before her rose her childhood's home, Its innocence, its birds, its bloom;

The friends that there were left behind

To mourn her whom they ne'er would find; Her father bleeding on the lea,

Her brother buried in the sea,

And him whom most on earth she loved-
Oh! then her heart's deep fountains moved,
And from her brow she tore the bands,
And sobbed aloud and wrung her hands;
Raised her full streaming eyes to heaven,

Implored that power might thence be given
To aid her in her agony;

Rose, glanced around her hastily,

Snatched up the light-passed o'er the floor,

Where drapery concealed a door

Whose light bolt yielded easily.

One moment only tarried she,
And then with step resolved and free,
Back to the couch returned to wait
Calmly whate'er might be her fate.