CAKTO n. 81

That swiftly glide** and gently swellsBetween the winding Dardanelles ;

But yet lie saw nor sea nor strand, 24 5

Nor even his Pacha’s lurhaned handMix in the game of mimic slaughter,Care* ring cleave the folded felt ^

With sabre stroke right sharply dealt;

]Vor marked the javelin- darting crowd, a 5 oNor heard their OUahs 1 ^ wild and loud —He thought hut of old Giaffir s daughter!

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No word from Selim’s hosom broke;

One sigh Zuleika’s thought bespoke:

Still gazed he through the lattice grate, a !»5Pale, mute, and mournfully sedate.

To him Zuleika’s eye was turned,

But little from his aspect learned :

K«|ital her grief, yet not the same;

Her heart confessed a gentler flame: 260

But yet that heart alarmed or weak,

She knew not why, forbade to speak.

Yet speak she must — but when essay ?“How strange he thus should turn away!“Not thus wo e’er before have met; a 65“Not thus shall be our parting yet.”

Thrice paced she slowly through the room,

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