Liquid Flame Is Born Of Them! When, 'Stead Of One Unchanging Breeze, There Blow A Thousand Gentle Airs And Each A Different Perfume Bears,-- As If The Loveliest Plants And Trees Had Vassal Breezes Of Their Own To Watch And Wait On Them Alone, And Waft No Other Breath Than Theirs: When The Blue Waters Rise And Fall, In Sleepy Sunshine Mantling All; And Even That Swell The Tempest Leaves Is Like The Full And Silent Heaves Of Lovers' Hearts When Newly Blest, Too Newly To Be Quite At Rest. Such Was The Golden Hour That Broke Upon The World When Hinda Woke From Her Long Trance And Heard Around No Motion But The Water'S Sound Rippling Against The Vessel'S Side, As Slow It Mounted O'Er The Tide.-- But Where Is She?--Her Eyes Are Dark, Are Wilder Still--Is This The Bark, The Same, That From Harmozia'S Bay Bore Her At Morn--Whose Bloody Way The Sea-Dog Trackt?--No--Strange And New Is All That Meets Her Wondering View. Upon A Galliot'S Deck She Lies, Beneath No Rich Pavilion'S Shade,-- No Plumes To Fan Her Sleeping Eyes, Nor Jasmine On Her Pillow Laid. But The Rude Litter Roughly Spread With War-Cloaks Is Her Homely Bed, And Shawl And Sash On Javelins Hung For Awning O'Er Her Head Are Flung. Shuddering She Lookt Around--There Lay A Group Of Warriors In The Sun, Resting Their Limbs, As For That Day Their Ministry Of Death Were Done. Some Gazing On The Drowsy Sea Lost In Unconscious Revery; And Some Who Seemed But Ill To Brook That Sluggish Calm With Many A Look To The Slack Sail Impatient Cast, As Loose It Bagged Around The Mast. Blest Alla! Who Shall Save Her Now? There'S Not In All That Warrior Band One Arab Sword, One Turbaned Brow From Her Own Faithful Moslem Land. Their Garb--The Leathern Belt That Wraps Each Yellow Vest[252]--That Rebel Hue-- The Tartar Fleece Upon Their Caps[253]-- Yes--Yes--Her Fears Are All Too True, And Heaven Hath In This Dreadful Hour Abandoned Her To Hafed'S Power;-- Hafed, The Gheber!--At The Thought Her Very Heart'S Blood Chills Within; He Whom Her Soul Was Hourly Taught To Loathe As Some Foul Fiend Of Sin, Some Minister Whom Hell Had Sent To Spread Its Blast Where'Er He Went And Fling As O'Er Our Earth He Trod His Shadow Betwixt Man And God! And She Is Now His Captive,--Thrown In His Fierce Hands, Alive, Alone; His The Infuriate Band She Sees, All Infidels--All Enemies! What Was The Daring Hope That Then Crost Her Like Lightning, As Again With Boldness That Despair Had Lent She Darted Tho' That Armed Crowd A Look So Searching, So Intent, That Even The Sternest Warrior Bowed Abasht, When He Her Glances Caught, As If He Guessed Whose Form They Sought. But No--She Sees Him Not--'Tis Gone, The Vision That Before Her Shone Thro' All The Maze Of Blood And Storm, Is Fled--'Twas But A Phantom Form-- One Of Those Passing, Rainbow Dreams, Half Light, Half Shade, Which Fancy'S Beams Paint On The Fleeting Mists That Roll In Trance Or Slumber Round The Soul. But Now The Bark With Livelier Bound Scales The Blue Wave--The Crew'S In Motion. The Oars Are Out And With Light Sound Break The Bright Mirror Of The Ocean, Scattering Its Brilliant Fragments Round. And Now She Sees--With Horror Sees, Their Course Is Toward That Mountain-Hold,-- Those Towers That Make Her Life-Blood Freeze, Where Mecca'S Godless Enemies Lie Like Beleaguered Scorpions Rolled In Their Last Deadly, Venomous Fold! Amid The Illumined Land And Flood Sunless That Mighty Mountain Stood; Save Where Above Its Awful Head, There Shone A Flaming Cloud, Blood-Red, As 'Twere The Flag Of Destiny Hung Out To Mark Where Death Would Be! Had Her Bewildered Mind The Power Of Thought In This Terrific Hour, She Well Might Marvel Where Or How Man'S Foot Could Scale That Mountain'S Brow, Since Ne'er Had Arab Heard Or Known Of Path But Thro' The Glen Alone.-- But Every Thought Was Lost In Fear, When, As Their Bounding Bark Drew Near The Craggy Base, She Felt The Waves Hurry Them Toward Those Dismal Caves That From The Deep In Windings Pass Beneath That Mount'S Volcanic Mass;-- And Loud A Voice On Deck Commands To Lower The Mast And Light The Brands!-- Instantly O'Er The Dashing Tide Within A Cavern'S Mouth They Glide, Gloomy As That Eternal Porch Thro' Which Departed Spirits Go:-- Not Even The Flare Of Brand And Torch Its Flickering Light Could Further Throw Than The Thick Flood That Boiled Below. Silent They Floated--As If Each Sat Breathless, And Too Awed For Speech In That Dark Chasm Where Even Sound Seemed Dark,--So Sullenly Around The Goblin Echoes Of The Cave Muttered It O'Er The Long Black Wave As 'Twere Some Secret Of The Grave! But Soft--They Pause--The Current Turns Beneath Them From Its Onward Track;-- Some Mighty, Unseen Barrier Spurns The Vexed Tide All Foaming Back, And Scarce The Oar'S Redoubled Force Can Stem The Eddy'S Whirling Course; When, Hark!--Some Desperate Foot Has Sprung Among The Rocks--The Chain Is Flung-- The Oars Are Up--The Grapple Clings, And The Tost Bark In Moorings Swings. Just Then, A Day-Beam Thro' The Shade Broke Tremulous--But Ere The Maid Can See From Whence The Brightness Steals, Upon Her Brow She Shuddering Feels A Viewless Hand That Promptly Ties A Bandage Round Her Burning Eyes; While The Rude Litter Where She Lies, Uplifted By The Warrior Throng, O'Er The Steep Rocks Is Borne Along. Blest Power Of Sunshine!--Genial Day, What Balm, What Life Is In Thy Ray! To Feel Thee Is Such Real Bliss, That Had The World No Joy But This To Sit In Sunshine Calm And Sweet.-- It Were A World Too Exquisite For Man To Leave It For The Gloom, The Deep, Cold Shadow Of The Tomb. Even Hinda, Tho' She Saw Not Where Or Whither Wound The Perilous Road, Yet Knew By That Awakening Air, Which Suddenly Around Her Glowed, That They Had Risen From The Darkness There, And Breathed The Sunny World Again! But Soon This Balmy Freshness Fled-- For Now The Steepy Labyrinth Led Thro' Damp And Gloom--Mid Crash Of Boughs, And Fall Of Loosened Crags That Rouse The Leopard From His Hungry Sleep, Who Starting Thinks Each Crag A Prey, And Long Is Heard From Steep To Steep Chasing Them Down Their Thundering Way! The Jackal'S Cry--The Distant Moan Of The Hyena, Fierce And Lone-- And That Eternal Saddening Sound Of Torrents In The Glen Beneath, As 'Twere The Ever-Dark Profound That Rolls Beneath The Bridge Of Death! All, All Is Fearful--Even To See, To Gaze On Those Terrific Things She Now But Blindly Hears, Would Be Relief To Her Imaginings; Since Never Yet Was Shape So Dread, But Fancy Thus In Darkness Thrown And By Such Sounds Of Horror Fed Could Frame More Dreadful Of Her Own. But Does She Dream? Has Fear Again Perplext The Workings Of Her Brain, Or Did A Voice, All Music, Then Come From The Gloom, Low Whispering Near-- "Tremble Not, Love, Thy Gheber'S Here?" She Does Not Dream--All Sense, All Ear, She Drinks The Words, "Thy Gheber'S Here." 'Twas His Own Voice--She Could Not Err-- Throughout The Breathing World'S Extent There Was But One Such Voice For Her, So Kind, So Soft, So Eloquent! Oh, Sooner Shall The Rose Of May Mistake Her Own Sweet Nightingale, And To Some Meaner Minstrel'S Lay Open Her Bosom'S Glowing Veil,[254] Than Love Shall Ever Doubt A Tone, A Breath Of The Beloved One! Though Blest Mid All Her Ills To Think She Has That One Beloved Near, Whose Smile Tho' Met On Ruin'S Brink Hath Power To Make Even Ruin Dear,-- Yet Soon This Gleam Of Rapture Crost By Fears For Him Is Chilled And Lost. How Shall The Ruthless Hafed Brook That One Of Gheber Blood Should Look, With Aught But Curses In His Eye, On Her--A Maid Of Araby-- A Moslem Maid--The Child Of Him, Whose Bloody Banners' Dire Success Hath Left Their Altars Cold And Dim, And Their Fair Land A Wilderness! And Worse Than All That Night Of Blood Which Comes So Fast--Oh! Who Shall Stay The Sword, That Once Hath Tasted Food Of Persian Hearts Or Turn Its Way? What Arm Shall Then The Victim Cover, Or From Her Father Shield Her Lover? "Save Him, My God!" She Inly Cries-- "Save Him This Night--And If Thine Eyes "Have Ever Welcomed With Delight "The Sinner'S Tears, The Sacrifice "Of Sinners' Hearts--Guard Him This Night, "And Here Before Thy Throne I Swear "From My Heart'S Inmost Core To Tear "Love, Hope, Remembrance, Tho' They Be "Linkt With Each Quivering Life-String There, "And Give It Bleeding All To Thee! "Let Him But Live,--The Burning Tear, "The Sighs, So Sinful, Yet So Dear, "Which Have Been All Too Much His Own, "Shall From This Hour Be Heaven'S Alone. "Youth Past In Penitence And Age "In Long And Painful Pilgrimage "Shall Leave No Traces Of The Flame "That Wastes Me Now--Nor Shall His Name "E'Er Bless My Lips But When I Pray "For His Dear Spirit, That Away "Casting From Its Angelic Ray "The Eclipse Of Earth, He Too May Shine "Redeemed, All Glorious And All Thine! "Think--Think What Victory To Win "One Radiant Soul Like His From Sin, "One Wandering Star Of Virtue Back "To Its Own Native, Heavenward Track! "Let Him But Live, And Both Are Thine, "Together Thine--For Blest Or Crost, "Living Or Dead, His Doom Is Mine, "And If He Perish, Both Are Lost!" The Next Evening Lalla Rookh Was Entreated By Her Ladies To Continue The Relation Of Her Wonderful Dream; But The Fearful Interest That Hung Round The Fate Of Hinda And Her Lover Had Completely Removed Every Trace Of It From Her Mind;--Much To The Disappointment Of A Fair Seer Or Two In Her Train, Who Prided Themselves On Their Skill In Interpreting Visions, And Who Had Already Remarked, As An Unlucky Omen, That The Princess, On The Very Morning After The Dream, Had Worn A Silk Dyed With The Blossoms Of The Sorrowful Tree, Nilica.[255] Fadladeen, Whose Indignation Had More Than Once Broken Out During The Recital Of Some Parts Of This Heterodox Poem, Seemed At Length To Have Made Up His Mind To The Infliction; And Took His Seat This Evening With All The Patience Of A Martyr While The Poet Resumed His Profane And Seditious Story As Follows:-- To Tearless Eyes And Hearts At Ease The Leafy Shores And Sun-Bright Seas That Lay Beneath That Mountain'S Height Had Been A Fair Enchanting Sight. 'Twas One Of Those Ambrosial Eyes A Day Of Storm So Often Leaves At Its Calm Setting--When The West Opens Her Golden Bowers Of Rest, And A Moist Radiance From The Skies Shoots Trembling Down, As From The Eyes Of Some Meek Penitent Whose Last Bright Hours Atone For Dark Ones Past, And Whose Sweet Tears O'Er Wrong Forgiven Shine As They Fall With Light From Heaven! 'Twas Stillness All--The Winds That Late Had Rushed Through Kerman'S Almond Groves, And Shaken From Her Bowers Of Date That Cooling Feast The Traveller Loves.[256] Now Lulled To Languor Scarcely Curl The Green Sea Wave Whose Waters Gleam Limpid As If Her Mines Of Pearl Were Melted All To Form The Stream: And Her Fair Islets Small And Bright With Their Green Shores Reflected There Look Like Those Peri Isles Of Light That Hang By Spell-Work In The Air But Vainly Did Those Glories Burst On Hinda'S Dazzled Eyes, When First The Bandage From Her Brow Was Taken, And, Pale And Awed As Those Who Waken In Their Dark Tombs--When, Scowling Near, The Searchers Of The Grave[257] Appear.-- She Shuddering Turned To Read Her Fate In The Fierce Eyes That Flasht Around; And Saw Those Towers All Desolate, That O'Er Her Head Terrific Frowned, As If Defying Even The Smile Of That Soft Heaven To Gild Their Pile. In Vain With Mingled Hope And Fear, She Looks For Him Whose Voice So Dear Had Come, Like Music, To Her Ear,-- Strange, Mocking Dream! Again 'Tis Fled. And Oh, The Shoots, The Pangs Of Dread That Thro' Her Inmost Bosom Run, When Voices From Without Proclaim "Hafed, The Chief"--And, One By One, The Warriors Shout That Fearful Name! He Comes--The Rock Resounds His Tread-- How Shall She Dare To Lift Her Head Or Meet Those Eyes Whose Scorching Glare Not Yemen'S Boldest Sons Can Bear? In Whose Red Beam, The Moslem Tells, Such Rank And Deadly Lustre Dwells As In Those Hellish Fires That Light The Mandrake'S Charnel Leaves At Night.[258] How Shall She Bear That Voice'S Tone, At Whose Loud Battle-Cry Alone Whole Squadrons Oft In Panic Ran, Scattered Like Some Vast Caravan, When Stretched At Evening Round The Well They Hear The Thirsting Tiger'S Yell. Breathless She Stands With Eyes Cast Down Shrinking Beneath The Fiery Frown Which, Fancy Tells Her, From That Brow Is Flashing O'Er Her Fiercely Now: And Shuddering As She Hears The Tread Of His Retiring Warrior Band.-- Never Was Pause Full Of Dread; Till Hafed With A Trembling Hand Took Hers And Leaning O'Er Her Said, "Hinda;"--That Word Was All He Spoke. And 'Twas Enough--The Shriek That Broke From Her Full Bosom Told The Rest.-- Panting With Terror, Joy, Surprise, The Maid But Lifts Her Wandering Eyes, To Hide Them On Her Gheber'S Breast! 'Tis He, 'Tis He--The Man Of Blood, The Fellest Of The Fire-Fiend'S Brood, Hafed, The Demon Of The Fight, Whose Voice Unnerves, Whose Glances Blight,-- Is Her Own Loved Gheber, Mild And Glorious As When First He Smiled In Her Lone Tower And Left Such Beams Of His Pure Eye To Light Her Dreams, That She Believed Her Bower Had Given Rest To Some Wanderer From Heaven! Moments There Are, And This Was One, Snatched Like A Minute'S Gleam Of Sun Amid The Black Simoom'S Eclipse-- Or Like Those Verdant Spots That Bloom Around The Crater'S Burning Lips. Sweetening The Very Edge Of Doom! The Past, The Future--All That Fate Can Bring Of Dark Or Desperate Around Such Hours But Makes Them Cast Intenser Radiance While They Last! Even He, This Youth--Tho' Dimmed And Gone Each Star Of Hope That Cheered Him On-- His Glories Lost--His Cause Betrayed-- Iran, His Dear-Loved Country, Made A Land Of Carcasses And Slaves, One Dreary Waste Of Chains And Graves! Himself But Lingering, Dead At Heart, To See The Last, Long Struggling Breath Of Liberty'S Great Soul Depart, Then Lay Him Down And Share Her Death-- Even He So Sunk In Wretchedness With Doom Still Darker Gathering O'Er Him, Yet, In This Moment'S Pure Caress, In The Mild Eyes That Shone Before Him, Beaming That Blest Assurance Worth All Other Transports Known On Earth. That He Was Loved-Well, Warmly Loved-- Oh! In This Precious Hour He Proved How Deep, How Thorough-Felt The Glow Of Rapture Kindling Out Of Woe;-- How Exquisite One Single Drop Of Bliss Thus Sparkling To The Top Of Misery'S Cup--How Keenly Quaft, Tho' Death Must Follow On The Draught! She Too While Gazing On Those Eyes That Sink Into Her Soul So Deep, Forgets All Fears, All Miseries, Or Feels Them Like The Wretch In Sleep, Whom Fancy Cheats Into A Smile. Who Dreams Of Joy And Sobs The While! The Mighty Ruins Where They Stood Upon The Mount'S High, Rocky Verge Lay Open Towards The Ocean Flood, Where Lightly O'Er The Illumined Surge Many A Fair Bark That, All The Day, Had Lurkt In Sheltering Creek Or Bay Now Bounded On And Gave Their Sails, Yet Dripping To The Evening Gales; Like Eagles When The Storm Is Done, Spreading Their Wet Wings In The Sun. The Beauteous Clouds, Tho' Daylight'S Star Had Sunk Behind The Hills Of Lar, Were Still With Lingering Glories Bright.-- As If To Grace The Gorgeous West The Spirit Of Departing Light That Eve Had Left His Sunny Vest Behind Him Ere He Winged His Flight. Never Was Scene So Formed For Love! Beneath Them Waves Of Crystal Move In Silent Swell--Heaven Glows Above And Their Pure Hearts, To Transport Given, Swell Like The Wave And Glow Like Heaven. But Ah! Too Soon That Dream Is Past-- Again, Again Her Fear Returns;-- Night, Dreadful Night, Is Gathering Fast, More Faintly The Horizon Burns, And Every Rosy Tint That Lay On The Smooth Sea Hath Died Away Hastily To The Darkening Skies A Glance She Casts--Then Wildly Cries "At Night, He Said--And Look, 'Tis Near-- "Fly, Fly--If Yet Thou Lovest Me, Fly-- "Soon Will His Murderous Band Be Here. "And I Shall See Thee Bleed And Die.-- "Hush! Heardest Thou Not The Tramp Of Men "Sounding From Yonder Fearful Glen?-- "Perhaps, Even Now They Climb The Wood-- "Fly, Fly--Tho' Still The West Is Bright, "He'Ll Come--Oh! Yes--He Wants Thy Blood-- "I Know Him--He'Ll Not Wait For Night!" In Terrors Even To Agony She Clings Around The Wondering Chief;-- "Alas, Poor Wildered Maid! To Me "Thou Owest This Raving Trance Of Grief. "Lost As I Am, Naught Ever Grew "Beneath My Shade But Perisht Too-- "My Doom Is Like The Dead Sea Air, "And Nothing Lives That Enters There! "Why Were Our Barks Together Driven "Beneath This Morning'S Furious Heaven? "Why When I Saw The Prize That Chance "Had Thrown Into My Desperate Arms,-- "When Casting But A Single Glance "Upon Thy Pale And Prostrate Charms, "I Vowed (Tho' Watching Viewless O'Er "Thy Safety Thro' That Hour'S Alarms) "To Meet The Unmanning Sight No More-- "Why Have I Broke That Heart-Wrung Vow? "Why Weakly, Madly Met Thee Now? "Start Not--That Noise Is But The Shock "Of Torrents Thro' Yon Valley Hurled-- "Dread Nothing Here--Upon This Rock "We Stand Above The Jarring World, "Alike Beyond Its Hope--Its Dread-- "In Gloomy Safety Like The Dead! "Or Could Even Earth And Hell Unite "In League To Storm This Sacred Height, "Fear Nothing Thou--Myself, Tonight, "And Each O'Erlooking Star That Dwells "Near God Will Be Thy Sentinels;-- "And Ere To-Morrow'S Dawn Shall Glow, "Back To Thy Sire"-- "To-Morrow!--No"-- The Maiden Screamed--"Thou'Lt Never See "To-Morrow'S Sun--Death, Death Will Be "The Night-Cry Thro' Each Reeking Tower, "Unless We Fly, Ay, Fly This Hour! "Thou Art Betrayed--Some Wretch Who Knew "That Dreadful Glen'S Mysterious Clew- "Nay, Doubt Not--By Yon Stars, 'Tis True-- "Hath Sold Thee To My Vengeful Sire; "This Morning, With That Smile So Dire "He Wears In Joy He Told Me All "And Stampt In Triumph Thro' Our Hall, "As Tho' Thy Heart Already Beat "Its Last Life-Throb Beneath His Feet! "Good Heaven, How Little Dreamed I Then "His Victim Was My Own Loved Youth!-- "Fly--Send--Let Some One Watch The Glen-- "By All My Hopes Of Heaven 'Tis Truth!" Oh! Colder Than The Wind That Freezes Founts That But Now In Sunshine Played, Is That Congealing Pang Which Seizes The Trusting Bosom, When Betrayed. He Felt It--Deeply Felt--And Stood, As If The Tale Had Frozen His Blood, So Mazed And Motionless Was He;-- Like One Whom Sudden Spells Enchant, Or Some Mute, Marble Habitant Of The Still Halls Of Ishmonie![259] But Soon The Painful Chill Was O'Er, And His Great Soul Herself Once More Lookt From His Brow In All The Rays Of Her Best, Happiest, Grandest Days. Never In Moment Most Elate Did That High Spirit Loftier Rise:-- While Bright, Serene, Determinate, His Looks Are Lifted To The Skies, As If The Signal Lights Of Fate Were Shining In Those Awful Eyes! 'Tis Come--His Hour Of Martyrdom In Iran'S Sacred Cause Is Come; And Tho' His Life Hath Past Away Like Lightning On A Stormy Day, Yet Shall His Death-Hour Leave A Track Of Glory Permanent And Bright To Which The Brave Of After-Times, The Suffering Brave, Shall Long Look Back With Proud Regret,--And By Its Light Watch Thro' The Hours Of Slavery'S Night For Vengeance On The Oppressor'S Crimes. This Rock, His Monument Aloft, Shall Speak The Tale To Many An Age; And Hither Bards And Heroes Oft Shall Come In Secret Pilgrimage, And Bring Their Warrior Sons And Tell The Wondering Boys Where Hafed Fell; And Swear Them On Those Lone Remains Of Their Lost Country'S Ancient Fanes, Never--While Breath Of Life Shall Live Within Them--Never To Forgive The Accursed Race Whose Ruthless Chain Hath Left On Iran'S Neck A Stain Blood, Blood Alone Can Cleanse Again! Such Are The Swelling Thoughts That Now Enthrone Themselves On Hafed'S Brow; And Ne'er Did Saint Of Issa [260] Gaze On The Red Wreath For Martyrs Twined. More Proudly Than The Youth Surveys That Pile Which Thro' The Gloom Behind, Half Lighted By The Altar'S Fire, Glimmers--His Destined Funeral Pyre! Heaped By His Own, His Comrades Hands, Of Every Wood Of Odorous Breath. There, By The Fire-God'S Shrine It Stands, Ready To Fold In Radiant Death The Few Still Left Of Those Who Swore To Perish There When Hope Was O'Er-- The Few To Whom That Couch Of Flame, Which Rescues Them From Bonds And Shame, Is Sweet And Welcome As The Bed For Their Own Infant Prophet Spread, When Pitying Heaven To Roses Turned The Death-Flames That Beneath Him Burned![261] With Watchfulness The Maid Attends His Rapid Glance Where'Er It Bends-- Why Shoot His Eyes Such Awful Beams? What Plans He Now? What Thinks Or Dreams? Alas! Why Stands He Musing Here, When Every Moment Teems With Fear? "Hafed, My Own Beloved Lord," She Kneeling Cries--"First, Last Adored! "If In That Soul Thou'St Ever Felt "Half What Thy Lips Impassioned Swore, "Here On My Knees That Never Knelt "To Any But Their God Before, "I Pray Thee, As Thou Lovest Me, Fly-- "Now, Now--Ere Yet Their Blades Are Nigh. "Oh Haste--The Bark That Bore Me Hither "Can Waft Us O'Er Yon Darkening Sea "East--West--Alas, I Care Not Whither, "So Thou Art Safe, And I With Thee! "Go Where We Will, This Hand In Thine, "Those Eyes Before Me Smiling Thus, "Thro' Good And Ill, Thro' Storm And Shine, "The World'S A World Of Love For Us! "On Some Calm, Blessed Shore We'Ll Dwell, "Where 'Tis No Crime To Love Too Well; "Where Thus To Worship Tenderly "An Erring Child Of Light Like Thee "Will Not Be Sin--Or If It Be "Where We May Weep Our Faults Away, "Together Kneeling, Night And Day, "Thou, For My Sake, At Alla'S Shrine, "And I--At Any God'S, For Thine!" Wildly These Passionate Words She Spoke-- Then Hung Her Head And Wept For Shame; Sobbing As If A Heart-String Broke With Every Deep-Heaved Sob That Came, While He, Young, Warm--Oh! Wonder Not If, For A Moment, Pride And Fame; His Oath--His Cause--That Shrine Of Flame, And Iran'S Self Are All Forgot For Her, Whom At His Feet He Sees Kneeling In Speechless Agonies. No, Blame Him Not If Hope Awhile Dawned In His Soul And Threw Her Smile O'Er Hours To Come--O'Er Days And Nights, Winged With Those Precious, Pure Delights Which She Who Bends All Beauteous There Was Born To Kindle And To Share. A Tear Or Two Which As He Bowed To Raise The Suppliant, Trembling Stole, First Warned Him Of This Dangerous Cloud Of Softness Passing O'Er His Soul. Starting He Brusht The Drops Away Unworthy O'Er That Cheek To Stray;-- Like One Who On The Morn Of Fight Shakes From His Sword The Dews Of Night, That Had But Dimmed Not Stained Its Light. Yet Tho' Subdued The Unnerving Thrill, Its Warmth, Its Weakness Lingered Still So Touching In Each Look And Tone, That The Fond, Fearing, Hoping Maid Half Counted On The Flight She Prayed, Half Thought The Hero'S Soul Was Grown As Soft, As Yielding As Her Own, And Smiled And Blest Him While He Said,-- "Yes--If There Be Some Happier Sphere "Where Fadeless Truth Like Ours Is Dear.-- "If There Be Any Land Of Rest "For Those Who Love And Ne'er Forget, "Oh! Comfort Thee--For Safe And Blest "We'Ll Meet In That Calm Region Yet!" Scarce Had She Time To Ask Her Heart If Good Or Ill These Words Impart, When The Roused Youth Impatient Flew To The Tower-Wall, Where High In View A Ponderous Sea-Horn[262] Hung, And Blew A Signal Deep And Dread As Those The Storm-Fiend At His Rising Blows.-- Full Well His Chieftains, Sworn And True Thro' Life And Death, That Signal Knew; For 'Twas The Appointed Warning-Blast, The Alarm To Tell When Hope Was Past And The Tremendous Death-Die Cast! And There Upon The Mouldering Tower Hath Hung This Sea-Horn Many An Hour, Ready To Sound O'Er Land And Sea That Dirge-Note Of The Brave And Free. They Came--His Chieftains At The Call Came Slowly Round And With Them All-- Alas, How Few!--The Worn Remains Of Those Who Late O'Er Kerman'S Plains When Gayly Prancing To The Clash Of Moorish Zel And Tymbalon Catching New Hope From Every Flash Of Their Long Lances In The Sun, And As Their Coursers Charged The Wind And The White Ox-Tails Streamed Behind,[263] Looking As If The Steeds They Rode Were Winged And Every Chief A God! How Fallen, How Altered Now! How Wan Each Scarred And Faded Visage Shone, As Round The Burning Shrine They Came;-- How Deadly Was The Glare It Cast, As Mute They Paused Before The Flame To Light Their Torches As They Past! 'Twas Silence All--The Youth Hath Planned The Duties Of His Soldier-Band; And Each Determined Brow Declares His Faithful Chieftains Well Know Theirs. But Minutes Speed--Night Gems The Skies-- And Oh, How Soon, Ye Blessed Eyes That Look From Heaven Ye May Behold Sights That Will Turn Your Star-Fires Cold! Breathless With Awe, Impatience, Hope, The Maiden Sees The Veteran Group Her Litter Silently Prepare, And Lay It At Her Trembling Feet;-- And Now The Youth With Gentle Care, Hath Placed Her In The Sheltered Seat And Prest Her Hand--That Lingering Press Of Hands That For The Last Time Sever; Of Hearts Whose Pulse Of Happiness When That Hold Breaks Is Dead For Ever. And Yet To Her This Sad Caress Gives Hope--So Fondly Hope Can Err! 'Twas Joy, She Thought, Joy'S Mute Excess-- Their Happy Flight'S Dear Harbinger; 'Twas Warmth--Assurance--Tenderness-- 'Twas Any Thing But Leaving Her. "Haste, Haste!" She Cried, "The Clouds Grow Dark, "But Still, Ere Night, We'Ll Reach The Bark; "And By To-Morrow'S Dawn--Oh Bliss! "With Thee Upon The Sun-Bright Deep, "Far Off, I'Ll But Remember This, "As Some Dark Vanisht Dream Of Sleep; "And Thou"--But Ah!--He Answers Not-- Good Heaven!--And Does She Go Alone? She Now Has Reached That Dismal Spot, Where Some Hours Since His Voice'S Tone Had Come To Soothe Her Fears And Ills, Sweet As The Angel Israfil'S,[264] When Every Leaf On Eden'S Tree Is Trembling To His Minstrelsy-- Yet Now--Oh, Now, He Is Not Nigh.-- "Hafed! My Hafed!--If It Be "Thy Will, Thy Doom This Night To Die "Let Me But Stay To Die With Thee "And I Will Bless Thy Loved Name, "Till The Last Life-Breath Leave This Frame. "Oh! Let Our Lips, Our Cheeks Be Laid "But Near Each Other While They Fade; "Let Us But Mix Our Parting Breaths, "And I Can Die Ten Thousand Deaths! "You Too, Who Hurry Me Away "So Cruelly, One Moment Stay-- "Oh! Stay--One Moment Is Not Much-- "He Yet May Come--For Him I Pray-- "Hafed! Dear Hafed!"--All The Way In Wild Lamentings That Would Touch A Heart Of Stone She Shrieked His Name To The Dark Woods--No Hafed Came:-- No--Hapless Pair--You'Ve Lookt Your Last:-- Your Hearts Should Both Have Broken Then:-- The Dream Is O'Er--Your Doom Is Cast-- You'Ll Never Meet On Earth Again! Alas For Him Who Hears Her Cries! Still Half-Way Down The Steep He Stands, Watching With Fixt And Feverish Eyes The Glimmer Of Those Burning Brands That Down The Rocks With Mournful Ray, Light All He Loves On Earth Away! Hopeless As They Who Far At Sea By The Cold Moon Have Just Consigned The Corse Of One Loved Tenderly To The Bleak Flood They Leave Behind, And On The Deck Still Lingering Stay, And Long Look Back With Sad Delay To Watch The Moonlight On The Wave That Ripples O'Er That Cheerless Grave. But See--He Starts--What Heard He Then? That Dreadful Shout!--Across The Glen From The Land-Side It Comes And Loud Rings Thro' The Chasm, As If The Crowd Of Fearful Things That Haunt That Dell Its Ghouls And Divs And Shapes Of Hell, And All In One Dread Howl Broke Out, So Loud, So Terrible That Shout! "They Come--The Moslems Come!"--He Cries, His Proud Soul Mounting To His Eyes,-- "Now, Spirits Of The Brave, Who Roam "Enfranchised Thro' Yon Starry Dome, "Rejoice--For Souls Of Kindred Fire "Are On The Wing To Join Your Choir!" He Said--And, Light As Bridegrooms Bound To Their Young Loves, Reclined The Steep And Gained The Shrine--His Chiefs Stood Round-- Their Swords, As With Instinctive Leap, Together At That Cry Accurst Had From Their Sheaths Like Sunbeams Burst. And Hark!--Again--Again It Rings; Near And More Near Its Echoings Peal Thro' The Chasm--Oh! Who That Then Had Seen Those Listening Warrior-Men, With Their Swords Graspt, Their Eyes Of Flame Turned On Their Chief--Could Doubt The Shame, The Indignant Shame With Which They Thrill To Hear Those Shouts And Yet Stand Still? He Read Their Thoughts--They Were His Own-- "What! While Our Arms Can Wield These Blades, "Shall We Die Tamely? Die Alone? "Without One Victim To Our Shades, "One Moslem Heart, Where Buried Deep "The Sabre From Its Toil May Sleep? "No--God Of Iran'S Burning Skies! "Thou Scornest The Inglorious Sacrifice. "No--Tho' Of All Earth'S Hope Bereft, "Life, Swords, And Vengeance Still Are Left. "We'Ll Make Yon Valley'S Reeking Caves "Live In The Awe-Struck Minds Of Men "Till Tyrants Shudder, When Their Slaves "Tell Of The Gheber'S Bloody Glen, "Follow, Brave Hearts!--This Pile Remains "Our Refuge Still From Life And Chains; "But His The Best, The Holiest Bed, "Who Sinks Entombed In Moslem Dead!" Down The Precipitous Rocks They Sprung, While Vigor More Than Human Strung Each Arm And Heart.--The Exulting Foe Still Thro' The Dark Defiles Below, Trackt By His Torches' Lurid Fire, Wound Slow, As Thro' Golconda'S Vale The Mighty Serpent In His Ire Glides On With Glittering, Deadly Trail. No Torch The Ghebers Need--So Well They Know Each Mystery Of The Dell, So Oft Have In Their Wanderings Crost The Wild Race That Round Them Dwell, The Very Tigers From Their Delves Look Out And Let Them Pass As Things Untamed And Fearless Like Themselves! There Was A Deep Ravine That Lay Yet Darkling In The Moslem'S Way; Fit Spot To Make Invaders Rue The Many Fallen Before The Few. The Torrents From That Morning'S Sky Had Filled The Narrow Chasm Breast-High, And On Each Side Aloft And Wild Huge Cliffs And Toppling Crags Were Piled,-- The Guards With Which Young Freedom Lines The Pathways To Her Mountain-Shrines, Here At This Pass The Scanty Band; Of Iran'S Last Avengers Stand; Here Wait In Silence Like The Dead And Listen For The Moslem'S Tread So Anxiously The Carrion-Bird Above Them Flaps His Wing Unheard! They Come--That Plunge Into The Water Gives Signal For The Work Of Slaughter. Now, Ghebers, Now--If E'Er Your Blades Had Point Or Prowess Prove Them Now-- Woe To The File That Foremost Wades! They Come--A Falchion Greets Each Brow, And As They Tumble Trunk On Trunk Beneath The Gory Waters Sunk, Still O'Er Their Drowning Bodies Press New Victims Quick And Numberless; Till Scarce An Arm In Hafed'S Band, So Fierce Their Toil, Hath Power To Stir, But Listless From Each Crimson Hand The Sword Hangs Clogged With Massacre. Never Was Horde Of Tyrants Met With Bloodier Welcome--Never Yet To Patriot Vengeance Hath The Sword More Terrible Libations Poured! All Up The Dreary, Long Ravine, By The Red, Murky Glimmer Seen Of Half-Quenched Brands, That O'Er The Flood Lie Scattered Round And Burn In Blood, What Ruin Glares! What Carnage Swims! Heads, Blazing Turbans, Quivering Limbs, Lost Swords That Dropt From Many A Hand, In That Thick Pool Of Slaughter Stand;-- Wretches Who Wading, Half On Fire From The Tost Brands That Round Them Fly, 'Twixt Flood And Flame In Shrieks Expire;-- And Some Who Grasp By Those That Die Sink Woundless With Them, Smothered O'Er In Their Dead Brethren'S Gushing Gore! But Vainly Hundreds, Thousands Bleed, Still Hundreds, Thousands More Succeed; Countless As Toward Some Flame At Night The North'S Dark Insects Wing Their Flight And Quench Or Perish In Its Light, To This Terrific Spot They Pour-- Till, Bridged With Moslem Bodies O'Er, It Bears Aloft Their Slippery Tread, And O'Er The Dying And The Dead, Tremendous Causeway! On They Pass. Then, Hapless Ghebers, Then, Alas, What Hope Was Left For You? For You, Whose Yet Warm Pile Of Sacrifice Is Smoking In Their Vengeful Eyes;-- Whose Swords How Keen, How Fierce They Knew. And Burned With Shame To Find How Few. Crusht Down By That Vast Multitude Some Found Their Graves Where First They Stood; While Some With Hardier Struggle Died, And Still Fought On By Hafed'S Side, Who Fronting To The Foe Trod Back Towards The High Towers His Gory Track; And As A Lion Swept Away By Sudden Swell Of Jordan'S Pride From The Wild Covert Where He Lay,[265] Long Battles With The O'Erwhelming Tide, So Fought He Back With Fierce Delay And Kept Both Foes And Fate At Bay. But Whither Now? Their Track Is Lost, Their Prey Escaped--Guide, Torches Gone-- By Torrent-Beds And Labyrinths Crost, The Scattered Crowd Rush Blindly On-- "Curse On Those Tardy Lights That Wind," They Panting Cry, "So Far Behind; "Oh, For A Bloodhound'S Precious Scent, "To Track The Way The Ghebers Went!" Vain Wish--Confusedly Along They Rush More Desperate As More Wrong: Till Wildered By The Far-Off Lights, Yet Glittering Up Those Gloomy Heights, Their Footing Mazed And Lost They Miss, And Down The Darkling Precipice Are Dasht Into The Deep Abyss; Or Midway Hang Impaled On Rocks, A Banquet Yet Alive For Flocks Of Ravening Vultures,--While The Dell Re-Echoes With Each Horrible Yell. Those Sounds--The Last, To Vengeance Dear. That E'Er Shall Ring In Hafed'S Ear,-- Now Reached Him As Aloft Alone Upon The Steep Way Breathless Thrown, He Lay Beside His Ree