"He call'd on Alla-but the word "Arose unheeded or unheard.
"Thou Paynim fool! could Leila's prayer "Be pass'd, and thine accorded there?
I watch'd my time, I leagued with these, "The traitor in his turn to seize;
My wrath is wreak'd, the deed is done, "And now I go-but go alone."
The browsing camels' bells are tinkling: His Mother look'd from her lattice high, She saw the dews of eve besprinkling The pasture green beneath her eye,
She saw the planets faintly twinkling: ""Tis twilight-sure his train is nigh." She could not rest in the garden-bower, But gazed through the grate of his steepest tower: "Why comes he not? his steeds are fleet, "Nor shrink they from the summer heat; "Why sends not the Bridegroom his promised gift? "Is his heart more cold, or his barb less swift?
Oh, false reproach! yon Tartar now
"Has gain'd our nearest mountain's brow,
"And warily the steep descends,
"And now within the valley bends;
"And he bears the gift at his saddle bow
"How could I deem his courser slow?
Right well my largess shall repay
"His welcome speed, and weary way."
The Tartar lighted at the gate, But scarce upheld his fainting weight: His swarthy visage spake distress, But this might be from weariness; His garb with sanguine spots was dyed, But these might be from his courser's side; He drew the token from his vest-
Angel of Death! 't is Hassan's cloven crest! His calpac (31) rent-his caftan red- "Lady, a fearful bride thy Son hath wed: "Me, not from mercy, did they spare, "But this empurpled pledge to bear. "Peace to the brave! whose blood is spilt: "Woe to the Giaour! for his the guilt."
A turban (32) carved in coarsest stone, A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown, Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that mourns the dead, Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that lonely dell. There sleeps as true an Osmanlie As e'er at Mecca bent the knee; As ever scorn'd forbidden wine, Or pray'd with face towards the shrine, In orisons resumed anew
At solemn sound of "Alla Hu!" (33) Yet died he by a stranger's hand, And stranger in his native land; Yet died he as in arms he stood, And unavenged, at least in blood.
But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls invite, And the dark Heaven of Houris' eyes
On him shall glance for ever bright; They come their kerchiefs green they wave, (34) And welcome with a kiss the brave! Who falls in battle 'gainst a Giaour Is worthiest an immortal bower.
But thou, false Infidel! shalt writhe Beneath avenging Monkir's (35) scythe; And from its torment 'scape alone To wander round lost Eblis' (36) throne; And fire unquench'd, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell! But first, on earth as Vampire (37) sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse: Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem. But one that for thy crime must fall, The youngest, most beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name- That word shall wrap thy heart in flame! Yet must thou end thy task, and mark Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark, And the last glassy glance must view Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue; Then with unhallow'd hand shalt tear The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn; But now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony!
Wet with thine own best blood shall drip (38) Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip; Then stalking to thy sullen grave, Go-and with Gouls and Afrits rave; Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they!
"How name ye yon lone Caloyer? "His features I have scann'd before "In mine own land: 'tis many a year, "Since, dashing by the lonely shore, "I saw him urge as fleet a steed "As ever served a horseman's need. "But once I saw that face, yet then "It was so mark'd with inward pain, "I could not pass it by again; "It breathes the same dark spirit now, "As death were stamp'd upon his brow."
""Tis twice three years at summer tide "Since first among our freres he came; "And here it soothes him to abide
"For some dark deed he will not name. "But never at our vesper prayer, "Nor e'er before confession chair "Kneels he, nor recks he when arise "Incense or anthem to the skies, "But broods within his cell alone, "His faith and race alike unknown. "The sea from Paynim land he crost, "And here ascended from the coast; "Yet seems he not of Othman race, "But only Christian in his face: "I'd judge him some stray renegade, "Repentant of the change he made, "Save that he shuns our holy shrine, "Nor tastes the sacred bread and wine. "Great largess to these walls he brought, "And thus our abbot's favour bought; "But were I Prior, not a day
"Should brook such stranger's further stay, "Or pent within our penance cell "Should doom him there for aye to dwell. "Much in his visions mutters he
"Of maiden whelm'd beneath the sea; "Of sabres clashing, foem en flying, "Wrongs avenged, and Moslem dying. "On cliff he hath been known to stand, "And rave as to some bloody hand "Fresh sever'd from its parent limb, "Invisible to all but him,
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