There lives a lass in yonder park,
I wad na gie her in her sark

For thee wi' a' thy thousand merk--
Ye need na look sae high.

O Tibby, I hae, &c.

XXXI.

O CEASE, YE HOWLING WINDS, TO BLOW.

O cease, ye howling winds, to blow,
In measur'd bounds let ocean flow,
For as the billows wildly roll,
Anguish most keen o'erwhelms my soul;
Go, fell Despair, I seek not thee,
Who paints so black things that may be.

Thro' silent midnight's solemn hour,
In horrid dreams I feel thy power,
When Terror 'wakening Fancy's rave,
I hear the boisterous roaring wave;

My lover's bark, engulph'd I see,
And starting, sigh, such things may be.

Come, gentle Hope, assume thy reign,
With heavenly smile to cheer me, deign,
Then awful visions quick shall fly,
And brighter scenes their place supply,
Whilst I adoring, trusting thee,
Enraptur'd cry, might such things be.

XXXII.

TO LAURA.

Maid of the cold suspicious heart,
Oh! wherefore doubt thy Henry's love?
Imputing thus to practised art

The signs that real passion prove.

While through the sleepless night I sigh,
And jealous fears and anguish own,
At morn in restless slumbers lie,
Then, languid, rise to muse alone.

While harmony my soul disdains,
And beauties vainly round me shine,
Save when I hear thy favourite strains,
Or beauties see resembling thine :

While I in fix'd attention gaze,

If e'er thou breathe thy plaintive lay,
And while, though others loudly praise,
I deeply sigh and nothing say:

While I reject thy offer'd hand,

And shun the touch which others seek,

Alone with thee in silence stand,

Nor dare, though chance befriend me, speak

Ah! Laura, while I thus impart

The ardent love in which I pine,

While all these symptoms speak my heart,

Say, why should doubt inhabit thine?

XXXIII.

MAISUNA.*

The russet suit of camel's hair,

With spirits light, and eye serene,

Is dearer to my bosom far

Than all the trappings of a queen.

* Maisuna was a daughter of the tribe of Calab, and was married whilst very young to the Khaliph Mowiah. This exalted situation, however, by no

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The humble tent, and murmuring breeze
That whistles thro' its fluttering walls,
My unaspiring fancy please

Better than towers and splendid halls.

The attendant colts that bounding fly,

And frolic by the litter's side,

Are dearer in Maisuna's eye,

Than gorgeous mules in all their pride.

The watch-dog's voice that bays, whene'er
A stranger seeks his master's cot,

Sounds sweeter in Maisuna's ear,

Than yonder trumpet's long-drawn note.

The rustic youth, unspoil'd by art,

Son of my kindred, poor but free,

Will ever to Maisuna's heart

Be dearer, pamper'd fool, than thee.

means suited the disposition of Maisuna; and, amidst all the pomp and splendour of Damascus, she languished for the simple pleasures of her native desert.

These feelings gave birth to the preceding simple stanzas, which she took delight in singing, whenever she could find an opportunity to indulge her melancholy in private.-She was overheard one day by Mowiah, who, as a punishment, ordered her to retire from court.-Maisuna immediately obeyed, and taking her infant son, Yezid, with her, returned to Yeman, her native place, to enjoy what "was dearer to her bosom, far, than all the trappings of a queen."

XXXIV.

I SAW THY FORM IN YOUTHFUL PRIME.

AIR.-"Domhnall."

I saw thy form in youthful prime,
Nor thought that pale decay
Would steal before the steps of Time,
And waste its bloom away, Mary !
Yet still thy features wore that light
Which fleets not with the breath;
And life ne'er look'd more purely bright
Than in thy smile of death, Mary !

As streams that run o'er golden mines,
With modest murmurs glide,

Nor seem to know the wealth that shines

Within their gentle tide, Mary!

So, veil'd beneath a simple guise,
Thy radiant genius shone,

And that which charmed all other eyes,

Seem'd worthless in thy own, Mary !