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Pacing with patient footsteps, to and fro,
Along the bending sand.

Save her, ye Gods! from Evil Powers, and here
From man she need not fear:

For never Traveller comes near
These aweful ruins of the days of yore,
Nor fisher's bark, nor venturous mariner,
Approach the sacred shore.

All day, she walk'd the beach, at night she sought
The Chamber of the Rock; with stone and shout
Assail'd the Bats obscene, and scared them out;

Then in her Father's robe involved her feet, And wrapt her mantle round to guard her head, And laid her down; the rock was Kailyal's bed, Her chamber-lamps were in the starry sky, The winds and waters were her lullaby.

12.

Be of good heart, and may thy sleep be sweet, Ladurlad said;.. Alas! that cannot be To one whose days are days of misery. How often did she stretch her hands to greet Ereenia, rescued in the dreams of night! How oft amid the vision of delight, Fear in her heart all is not as it seems; Then from unsettled slumber start, and hear The Winds that moan above, the Waves below! Thou hast been call'd, O Sleep! the friend of Woe, But 't is the happy who have call'd thee so.

13.

Another day, another night are gone,
A second passes, and a third wanes on.
So long she paced the shore,

So often on the beach she took her stand, That the wild Sea-Birds knew her, and no more Fled, when she past beside them on the strand. Bright shine the golden summits in the light

Of the noon-sun, and lovelier far by night Their moonlight glories o'er the sea they shed: Fair is the dark-green deep: by night and day Unvex'd with storms, the peaceful billows play, As when they closed upon Ladurlad's head; The firmament above is bright and clear; The sea-fowl, lords of water, air, and land,

Joyous alike upon the wing appear, Or when they ride the waves, or walk the sand; Beauty and light and joy are every-where ; There is no sadness and no sorrow here, Save what that single human breast contains, But oh! what hopes, and fears, and pains are there!

14.

Seven miserable days the expectant Maid, From earliest dawn till evening, watch'd the shore; Hope left her then; and in her heart she said, Never should she behold her Father more.

XVI.

THE ANCIENT SEPULCHRES.

1.

WHEN the broad Ocean on Ladurlad's head
Had closed and arch'd him o'er,
With steady tread he held his way
Adown the sloping shore.

The dark green waves with emerald hue,
Imbue the beams of day,

And on the wrinkled sand below,
Rolling their mazy network to and fro,
Light shadows shift and play.
The hungry Shark, at scent of prey,
Toward Ladurlad darted;

Beholding then that human form erect,
How like a God the depths he trod,
Appall'd the monster started,
And in his fear departed.

Onward Ladurlad went with heart elate, And now hath reach'd the Ancient City's gate.

2.

Wondering he stood awhile to gaze
Upon the works of elder days.

The brazen portals open stood,
Even as the fearful multitude
Had left them, when they fled
Before the rising flood.

High over-head, sublime,

The mighty gateway's storied roof was spread, Dwarfing the puny piles of younger time. With the deeds of days of

yore

That ample roof was sculptured o'er, And many a godlike form there met his eye, And many an emblem dark of mystery. Through these wide portals oft had Baly rode Triumphant from his proud abode, When, in his greatness, he bestrode The Aullay, hugest of four-footed kind, The Aullay-Horse, that in his force, With elephantine trunk, could bind And lift the elephant, and on the wind Whirl him away, with sway and swing,

Even like a pebble from the practis'd sling.

3.

Those streets which never, since the days of yore,
By human footstep had been visited,
Those streets which never more

A human foot shall tread,
Ladurlad trod. In sun-light and sea-green,
The thousand Palaces were seen
Of that proud City, whose superb abodes
Seem'd rear'd by Giants for the immortal Gods.
How silent and how beautiful they stand,
Like things of Nature! the eternal rocks
Themselves not firmer. Neither hath the sand

Drifted within their gates and choak'd their doors,
Nor slime defiled their pavements and their floors.
Did then the Ocean wage

His war for love and envy, not in rage,
O thou fair City, that he spared thee thus ?
Art thou Varounin's capital and court,
Where all the Sea-Gods for delight resort,
A place too godlike to be held by us,
The poor degenerate children of the Earth?
So thought Ladurlad, as he look'd around,
Weening to hear the sound

Of Mermaid's shell, and song

Of choral throng from some imperial hall,
Wherein the Immortal Powers at festival,
Their high carousals keep;

But all is silence dread,
Silence profound and dead,
The everlasting stillness of the Deep.

4.

Through many a solitary street,

And silent market-place, and lonely square, Arm'd with the mighty Curse, behold him fare. And now his feet attain that royal fane Where Baly held of old his aweful reign. What once had been the Gardens spread around, Fair Gardens, once which wore perpetual green, Where all sweet flowers through all the year were found,

And all fair fruits were through all seasons seen;

A place of Paradise, where each device
Of emulous Art with Nature strove to vie;

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