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Tower-crested rocks, and streams that wind in light, All in one moment bursting on his sight, Speak to his soul of glory's vanish'd years, And wake the source of unavailing tears. —Weep'st thou, Abdallah?—Thou dost well to weep, O feeble heart! o'er all thou couldst not keep! Well do a woman's tears befit the eye Of him who knew not, as a man, to die.35

The gale sighs mournfully through Zayda's bower, The hand is gone that nursed each infant flower. No voice, no step, is in her father's halls, Mute are the echoes of their marble walls; No stranger enters at the chieftain's gate, But all is hush'd, and void, and desolate.

There, through each tower and solitary shade, In vain doth Hamet seek the Zegri maid; Her grove is silent, her pavilion lone, Her lute forsaken, and her doom unknown; And, through the scene she loved, unheeded flows The stream whose music lull'd her to repose.

But oh! to him, whose self-accusing thought Whispers, 'twas he that desolation wrought;