“Haste, haste!” she cried, “the clouds grow dark, “But still, ere night, we’ll reach the bark; “And by to-morrow’s dawn—oh bliss! “With thee upon the sun-bright deep, “Far off, I’ll but remember this, “As some dark vanish’d dream of sleep; “And thou⸺” but ah!—he answers not— Good Heaven!—and does she go alone? She now has reach’d that dismal spot, Where, some hours since, his voice’s tone Had come to soothe her fears and ills, Sweet as the angel ISRAFIL’S,[293] When every leaf on Eden’s tree Is trembling to his minstrelsy— Yet now—oh, now, he is not nigh.— “HAFED! my HAFED!—if it be “Thy will, thy doom this night to die, “Let me but stay to die with thee, “And I will bless thy lovèd name, “Till the last life-breath leave this frame. “Oh! let our lips, our cheeks be laid “But near each other while they fade; “Let us but mix our parting breaths, “And I can die ten thousand deaths! “You too, who hurry me away “So cruelly, one moment stay— “Oh! stay—one moment is not much— “He yet may come—for _him_ I pray— “HAFED! dear HAFED!—” all the way In wild lamentings, that would touch A heart of stone, she shriek’d his name To the dark woods—no HAFED came:— No—hapless pair—you’ve look’d your last:— Your hearts should both have broken then: The dream is o’er—your doom is cast— You’ll never meet on earth again! Alas for him, who hears her cries! Still half-way down the steep he stands, Watching with fix’d and feverish eyes The glimmer of those burning brands, That down the rocks, with mournful ray, Light all he loves on earth away! Hopeless as they who, far at sea, By the cold moon have just consign’d The corse of one, lov’d tenderly, To the bleak flood they leave behind; And on the deck still lingering stay, And long look back, with sad delay, To watch the moonlight on the wave, That ripples o’er that cheerless grave.