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"Zayda! what means that glance, unlike thine own? What mean those words, and that unwonted tone? I will not deem thee changed—but in thy face, It is not joy, it is not love, I trace! It was not thus in other days we met: Hath time, hath absence, taught thee to forget? Oh! speak once more—these rising doubts dispel; One smile of tenderness, and all is well!"

"Not thus we met in other days!—oh no! Thou wert not, warrior, then thy country's foe! Those days are past—we ne'er shall meet again With hearts all warmth, all confidence, as then. But thy dark soul no gentler feelings sway, Leader of hostile bands! away, away! On in thy path of triumph and of power, Nor pause to raise from earth a blighted flower."

"And thou too changed! thine early vow forgot! This, this alone, was wanting to my lot! Exiled and scorn'd, of every tie bereft, Thy love, the desert's lonely fount, was left; And thou, my soul's last hope, its lingering beam, Thou, the good angel of each brighter dream,