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Bewildered, lost in guilt and shame,And torrent passions wildly warring;
Defied, despised in deed and name,
Each wild-fire thought another marring;
Prince Julian stood unmoving where,
In all the grandeur of despair,
Zulma, like empress throned in power
More than deserted nun, had left
Her lover in that sundering hour
When her proud heart of hope was reft.
Zulma had hurried from his view—
Her form of love, her voice, her smile,
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No more his sorrows could beguile;
She had been his—and now was not—
He had been hers in grief and woe—
Now she had gone—to be forgot—
And he was left alone to—“No!
“By Heaven! it cannot, shall not be!
“Crown, sceptre, kingdom—what are ye
“To love and love's true paradise?
The earth preferred unto the skies!
“Ambrose!” “My lord!”—“Caparison
“The fleetest steed in all my stalls,
“And bring the courser here anon—
“And guard thou well the castle walls!
“I will the maid regain or die,
“For Honour is man's majesty!”
He vaulted on his gallant steed,
And vanished in the forest dun,
Then rose the hill, and o'er the mead
Rushed 'neath the last beam of the sun.
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