Whose  Tenom  nerer  yet  was  vain,
QiTes  but  one  pang,  and  ooxes  all  paln^
And  darts  into  her  desperate  brain :
So  do  the  dark  in  soul  expire,
Or  live  like  soorpton  girt  by  fire ; "
So  writhes  the  mind  remorse  hatii  riTe%
Unfit  for  earthy  undoom'd  for  heaveni
Darkness  ahore,  despair  beneath,
Axovnd  it  flame,  within  it  death  1
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Black  Hassan  from  the  haram  flies.
Nor  bends  on  woman's  form  his  eyes ;
The  unwonted  chase  each  hour  empk>y8.
Yet  shares  he  not  the  hunter's  joya.
Not  thus  was  Hassan  wont  to  fly
When  Leila  dwelt  in  his  Serai.
Doth  LeUa  there  no  longer  dwell  ?
rhat  tale  can  only  Hassan  tell :
Strange  nunors  in  our  city  say
Upon  that  Sffe  she  fled  away,
When  Rhamasan's  '^  last  sun  was  set,
And  flashing  from  each  minaret,
Millions  of  lamps  proolaim'd  the  foasi
Of  Bairam  through  the  boundless  east.
'Twas  then  she  went  as  to  the  bath,
Which  Hassan  vainly  searched  in  wrath  }
For  she  was  flown  her  master's  rage,
In  likeness  of  a  Georgian  page,
And  fsr  beyond  the  Moslem's  power
Had  wrong'd  him  with  the  faithless  Giaour
Somewhat  of  this  had  Hassan  deem'd;
But  still  so  fond,  so  fair  she  seem'd^
Too  well  he  trusted  to  the  slave
Whose  treachery  deserv'd  a  grave:
And  on  that  eve  had  gone  to  mosque,
And  thence  to  feast  in  his  kiosk.
Such  is  the  tales  his  Nubians  tell,
Who  did  not  watch  their  charge  too  well ;
And  others  say  that  on  that  night.
By  pale  Phingari's  *>  trembling  light
The  Giaour  upon  his  jet-black  steed
Was  seen,  but  seen  alone  to  speed
With  bloody  spur  along  the  shore,
Nor  maid  nor  page  behLad  him  bore.
