Pacing with patient footsteps, to and fro, Save her, ye Gods! from Evil Powers, and here For never Traveller comes near All day, she walk'd the beach, at night she sought 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, 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 The dark green waves with emerald hue, And on the wrinkled sand below, Beholding then that human form erect, Onward Ladurlad went with heart elate, And now hath reach'd the Ancient City's gate. 2. Wondering he stood awhile to gaze The brazen portals open stood, 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, A human foot shall tread, Drifted within their gates and choak'd their doors, His war for love and envy, not in rage, Of Mermaid's shell, and song Of choral throng from some imperial hall, But all is silence dread, 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 |