 | Safie |  |
'Tis still remember'd;—that dark hour,
When broken was the Haram bower,
By Turkish horde, that came and fled
Like vision of the restless dead!
Savage, yet short, the sudden strife
Of those who fought for love and life;
And desperate was the mortal fray
Of those who came to rob and slay.
The Turkish chieftain gain'd the maid,
'Twas all he sought,—'twas all he had;
Alone he fled,—the rest betray'd,
Were left to flee, or fight, or fall:—
They fought,—they fell,—aye, one and all.
Oh! Assad struggled long to save
His Safie from the ruffian brave,—
And staked his life, and dared the grave.
The Turkish robber threw his arm
Around the fair, whose eye might charm
A wolf, to guard her form from harm.
Across the steed his prey was thrown,—
The spurs were lanced—the lady gone!
When broken was the Haram bower,
By Turkish horde, that came and fled
Like vision of the restless dead!
Savage, yet short, the sudden strife
Of those who fought for love and life;
And desperate was the mortal fray
Of those who came to rob and slay.
The Turkish chieftain gain'd the maid,
'Twas all he sought,—'twas all he had;
Alone he fled,—the rest betray'd,
Were left to flee, or fight, or fall:—
They fought,—they fell,—aye, one and all.
Oh! Assad struggled long to save
His Safie from the ruffian brave,—
And staked his life, and dared the grave.
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Around the fair, whose eye might charm
A wolf, to guard her form from harm.
Across the steed his prey was thrown,—
The spurs were lanced—the lady gone!
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