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76 "Because—despite thy crimes—that heart is moved—

"It fear'd thee—thank'd thee—pitied—madden'd—loved.

"Reply not—tell not now thy tale again,

"Thou lov'st another—and I love in vain;

"Though fond as mine her bosom, form more fair,

"I rush through peril which she would not dare.

"If that thy heart to hers were truly dear,

"Were I thine own—thou wert not lonely here—

"An outlaw's spouse—and leave her lord to roam!

"What hath such gentle dame to do with home?

"But speak not now—o'er thine and o'er my head

"Hangs the keen sabre by a single thread;

"If thou hast courage still, and would'st be free,

"Receive this poignard—rise—and follow me!"

"Ay—in my chains! my steps will gently tread,

"With these adornments, o'er each slumbering head!

"Thou hast forgot—is this a garb for flight?

"Or is that instrument more fit for fight?"

"Misdoubting Corsair! I have gain'd the guard,

"Ripe for revolt, and greedy for reward.