"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? 706 Right well my largess shall repay "His welcome speed, and weary way." The Tartar lighted at the gate, But scarce upheld his fainting weight: 710 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 715 Angel of Death! 'tis Hassan's cloven crest! His calpac31 rent-his caftan red 66 Lady, a fearful bride thy Son hath wed: "Me, not from mercy, did they spare, "But this empurpled pledge to bear. 720 "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, The Koran verse that mourns the dead, Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that lonely dell. As e'er at Mecca bent the knee; As ever scorned forbidden wine, Or prayed with face towards the shrine, 725 730 In orisons resumed anew At solemn sound of "Alla Hu!"33 On him shall glance for ever bright; They come their kerchiefs green they wave," And welcome with a kiss the brave! Who falls in battle 'gainst a Giaour Is worthiest an immortal bower. 34 745 But thou, false Infidel! shalt writhe 750 755 760 Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the dæmon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, 765 Thy flowers are withered on the stem. Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue; Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear 775 The tresses of her yellow hair, Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn; |