Thy  destined  lord  is  oeme  too  late ;
He  seee  not— ne'er  shall  see  thy  Uoe  I

Can  be  not  hear
The  load  Wal-wuUeh^i  wain  his  distant  ear?
Thy  handmaids  weeping  at  the  gate,
The  Kowk-ehaonters  of  the  hymn  of  fhte,
The  silsBt  sUves  with  folded  arms  that  wait»
fligte  in  the  hall,  aad  shrieks  npon  the  gale^

Tdl  him  tiiy  tale!
Thoa  dUst  not  Tiew  thy  Selim  ftU !
}hat  ftaxfol  moment  when  he  left  the  eate
Thy  hesrt  grew  chUl :
Be  wee  &y  he^e-^hy  joy^-^y  leTe--ihiae
Aiad  that  IsBttbDiigfat  on  him  thoa  eoaldst  net  1
Snffieedtekill;
Bnst  focth  ia  oae  wHd  ay— and  aU  was  still.
Peaee  to  thj  brokea  h^ert,  aad  tirgin  graTel
Abl  Imppyt  bat  oflii^  to  lose  the  worst !
That  grief-thoiigh  deep— though  £fttal— 'was  thy

tet!
Thsiee  happy  \  ne'er  to  feel  nor  fear  the  foroe
Of  sbeenft,  shame,  pride,  hate,  revenge,  remorse  1
Aaa,ehl  ihs»  pang  where  mere  lUsamalbessttMt
"1  not  sleep    sad  never  diss ;


Thooght  of  *•  giDOHy  ^  aad  ghaatir  aifl|ht»

That  dreads  the  davkaees,  aadyet  loathes  the  Ugfal,

That  winds  around  sad  tears  the  quivoriov  heart !

Ahl  wheselbae  aet  eonsome  i»— end  depart !

Wo  to  thee,  iMh  aad  naarteatlag  chief  I
Vaialy  thoa  heep'st  the  dest  opoa  thy  head.
Vainly  the  sackeleth  o'er  thy  Ifanbs  doth  spmd:
By  that  same  hand  Abdallah—Selim  bisd.
Now  let  it  tear  tiiy  beard  in  idle  grief ;

Thy  pride  of  heert,  thy  bride  fi>r  Osmaa's  bed,

She,  whom  thy  saltan  had  bat  seen  to  wed.
