POETRY. 601 



Yet haply there may lie conceal'd 



Beneath those Chambers of the Sun, 

 Some amulet of gems, anneal'd 

 In upper fires, some tablet seal'd 



With the Great Name of Solomon, 



Which, spell'd by her illumin'd eyes. 

 May teach her where, beneath the moon. 

 In earth or ocean lies the boon. 

 The charm, that can restore so soon. 



An erring Spirit to the skies ! 



Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither : — 



Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, 



Nor have the golden bovi^ers of Even 

 In the rich West begun to wither ; — 

 ^^'hen, o'er the vale of Balbec winging 



Slowly, she sees a child at play. 

 Among the rosy wild-flowers singing. 



As rosy and as wild as they ; 

 Chasing, with eager hands and eyes. 

 The beautiful blue damsel-flies, 

 Thatflutter'd round the jasmine stems. 

 Like winged flowers or flying gems : 

 And, near the boy, who tir'd with play 

 Now nestling 'mid the roses lay. 

 She saw a wearied man dismount 



From his hot steed, and on the brink 

 Of a small imaret's rustic fount 



Impatient fling him down to drink. 

 Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd 



To the fair child, who fearless sat. 

 Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd 



Upon a brow more fierce than that, — 

 Sullenly fierce — A mixture dire. 

 Like tlumder-clouds, of gloom and fire ! 

 In which the Peki's eye could read 

 Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; 

 The ruin'd maid — the shrine profan'd — 

 Oaths bioken — and the threshold stain'd 

 With blood of guests ! — tliere written, all. 

 Black as the damning drops that fall 

 From the denouncing Angel's pen. 

 Ere INIercy weeps them out again ! 



"i'et tranquil now that man of crime, 

 (As if the balmy evening time 

 Softcn'd his spirit,) look'd and lay. 

 Watching the losy infant's play : — 



Though, 



