Canto II: Ge XXVII

By Helle's stream there is a voice of wail!And Woman's eye is wet--Man's cheek is pale:Zuleika! last of Giaffir's race,Thy destined lord is come too late:He sees not--ne'er shall see thy face!Can he not hearThe loud Wul-wulleh warn his distant ear?Thy handmaids weeping at the gate,The Koran-chanters of the Hymn of Fate,heThe silent slaves with folded arms that wait,Sighs in the hall, and shrieks upon the gale,Tell him thy tale!Thou didst not view thy Selim fall!That fearful moment when he left the caveThy heart grew chill:He was thy hope--thy joy--thy love--thine all,And that last thought on him thou could'st not saveSufficed to kill;Burst forth in one wild cry--and all was still.Peace to thy broken heart--and virgin grave!Ah! happy! but of life to lose the worst!That grief--though deep--though fatal--was thy first!Thrice happy! ne'er to feel nor fear the forceOf absence--shame--pride--hate--revenge--remorse!And, oh! that pang where more than Madness liesThe Worm that will not sleep--and never dies;Thought of the gloomy day and ghastly night,That dreads the darkness, and yet loathes the light,That winds around, and tears the quivering heart!Ah! wherefore not consume it--and depart!Woe to thee, rash and unrelenting Chief!Vainly thou heap'st the dust upon thy head,Vainly the sackcloth o'er thy limbs dost spread:By that same hand Abdallah--Selim bled.Now let it tear thy beard in idle grief:Thy pride of heart, thy bride for Osman's bed,She, whom thy Sultan had but seen to wed,hfThy Daughter's dead!Hope of thine age, thy twilight's lonely beam,The Star hath set that shone on Helle's stream.What quenched its ray?--the blood that thou hast shed!Hark! to the hurried question of Despair:"Where is my child?"--an Echo answers--"Where?"