 | Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature |  |
E'en while she spake the great Ouâbi came,
Celario's cheek betrays the conscious glow;
But chaste Azâkia, pure from ev'ry shame,
Nor checks her tears, nor hides her blameless woe.
Celario's cheek betrays the conscious glow;
But chaste Azâkia, pure from ev'ry shame,
Nor checks her tears, nor hides her blameless woe.
With soften'd accent, and expressive eye,
The faultless chief regards her quiv'ring fear,
His gentle voice repels the swelling sigh,
His fond endearment stops the rolling tear.
The faultless chief regards her quiv'ring fear,
His gentle voice repels the swelling sigh,
His fond endearment stops the rolling tear.
Celario listens with averted mien,
Struck to the soul, by secret guilt oppress'd,
In sullen silence wanders round the green,
While the soft sorrower all her grief express'd.
Struck to the soul, by secret guilt oppress'd,
In sullen silence wanders round the green,
While the soft sorrower all her grief express'd.
| Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature | |