Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this
The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss,
Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate
Might smile upon another half as great.
He said, "Let worth grow frenzied if it will;
The caliph's judgment shall be master still.
Go! and, since gifts thus move thee, take
this gem-
The richest in the Tartar's diadem-
And hold the giver as thou deemest fit.”
"Gifts!" cried the friend. He took; and,
holding it
High toward the heavens, as though to meet
Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight,
An angel came to us, and we could bear
To see him issue from the silent air
At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers
"Bring me this man," the caliph cried. The News of dear friends, and children who have
Was brought-was gazed upon. The mutes Been dead indeed, as we shall know for began
To bind his arms. "Welcome, brave cords!"
"From bonds far worse Jaffàr delivered me; From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears,
Alas! we think not what we daily see
About our hearths angels that are to be,
Or may be if they will and we prepare
Their souls and ours to meet in happy air-
Made a man's eyes friends with delicious A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart
ARDLY we breathe, although the air
be free:
How massively doth awful Nature pile
The living rock, like some cathedral aisle
Sacred to silence and the solemn sea!
How that clear pool lies sleeping tranquilly!
And under its glassed surface seems to
smile,
With many hues, a mimic grove the while,
Of foliage submarine, shrub, flower and tree.
Beautiful scene, and fitted to allure
The printless footsteps of some sea-born
maid,
Who here, with her green tresses disarrayed,
'Mid the clear bath, unfearing and secure,
May sport at noontide in the caverned shade,
Cold as the shadow, as the waters pure.
IN VAIN YOU TELL.
tell you your parting lover You wish fair winds may waft him
HERE is another devil that haunts N vain
marriage
(None fondly loves but knows it), jealousy,
That wedlock's yellow sickness,
That whispers separation every minute,
And thus the curse takes his effect or prog-
The most of men, in their first sudden furies,
Rail at the narrow bounds of marriage,
And call 't a prison; then it is most just
That the disease of the prison, jealousy,.
Should thus affect 'em, but-oh, here I'm
fixed!-
Alas! what winds can happy prove
That bear me far from what I love?
Alas! what dangers on the main
Can equal those that I sustain.
From slighted vows and cold disdain?
Be gentle, and in pity choose
To wish the wildest tempest loose,
That, thrown again upon the coast
Where first my shipwrecked heart was
lost,
To make sale of a wife! Moustrous and I may once more repeat my pain,
An act abhorred in nature, cold in soul!
Once more in dying notes complain
Of slighted vows and cold disdain.
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