Where oft her lute she wont to tune 565And oft her Koran conned apart:
And oft in youthful reverieShe dreamed what Paradise might he:Where woman's parted soul shall goHer Prophet had disdained to show; 590But Selim's mansion was secure,
Nor deemed she, could he long endureXI is bower in other worlds of bliss.
Without her, most beloved in this!
Oh! who so dear with him could dwell P 695What llouri soothe him half so well?
VIII.-
Since last she visited the spotSome change seemed wrought within thegrot:
It might be only that the nightDisguised things seen by better light: 600
That brazen lamp but dimly threwA ray of no celestial hue;
But in a nook within the cellHer eye on stranger objects fell.
There arms were piled, not such as w ield 6 o 5The lurhaned Delis in the field;
But brands of foreign blade* and bill,