When, lo! to bring my horrid fate at once unto the brunt, Two Arabs seized me from behind, two others in the front, And ere a muscle could be strung to try the strife forlorn I found myself, Mazeppa-like, upon the Desert-Born! Terrific was the neigh she gave, the moment that my weight Was felt upon her back, as if exulting in her freight; Whilst dolefully I heard a voice that set each nerve ajar,"Off with the bridle — quick! — and leave his guidance to his star!" "Allah! il Allah!" rose the shout, and starting with a bound, The dreadful Creature cleared at once a dozen yards of ground; And grasping at her mane with both my cold convulsive hands, Away we flew away! away! across the shifting sands! My eyes were closed in utter dread of such a fearful race, But yet by certain signs I knew we went no earthly pace, For turn whichever way we might, the wind with equal force Rushed like a torrid hurricane still adverse to our course One moment close at hand I heard the roaring Syrian Sea, The next it only murmured like the humming of a bee! And when I dared at last to glance across the wild immense, O, ne'er shall I forget the whirl that met the dizzy sense! What seemed a little sprig of fern, ere lips could reckon twain, A palm of forty cubits high, we passed it on the plain! What tongue could tell, what pencil paint, describe the ride? Now off- now on what pen now up now down,- and flung from side to side! I tried to speak, but had no voice, to soothe her with its tone; My scanty breath was jolted out with many a sudden groan, My joints were racked my back was strained, so had clung firmly I My nostrils gushed, and thrice my teeth had bitten through my tongue When, lo!-farewell all hope of life!--she turned and faced the rocks, None but a flying horse could clear those monstrous granite blocks! So thought I, but I little knew the desert pride and fire, Derived from a most deer-like dam, and lion-hearted sire; Little I guessed the energy of muscle, blood and bone; Bound after bound, with eager springs, she cleared each massive stone ; Nine mortal leaps were passed before a huge gray rock at length Stood planted there as if to dare her utmost pitch of strength; My time was come! that granite heap my monument of death! She paused, she snorted loud and long, and drew a fuller breath; Nine strides, and then a louder beat that warned me of her spring, I felt her rising in the air like eagle on the wing But, O! the crash!-the hideous shock!-the million sparks around! Her hindmost hoofs had struck the crest of that prodigious mound! Wild shrieked the headlong Desert-Born - or else 't was demons' mirth, One second more, and Man and Mare rolled breathless on the earth! How long it was I cannot tell ere I revived to sense For over me lay powerless, and still as any stone, and death, With pain unspeakable I fetched the fragment of a breath, forlorn, I cursed the hour that brought me first within this world of strife A sore and heavy sin it is to scorn the gift of life— breast? Why, any who has had. like me, the NIGHT MARE on his chest. LOVE LANE. IF I should love a maiden more, One even, by a mossy bank, How snakes will twine around the shin! A bashful fear my soul unnerved, Alas! the only sound I heard But when I ventured to abide That have a spider on the back! 'Tis vain to talk of hopes and fears, "T is vain to call the dearest names To list to Philomel is sweet To see the moon rise silver-pale, But not to kneel at lady's feet Sweet is the eventide, and kind At last, emboldened by my bliss, Then, lovers, doomed to life or death, DOMESTIC POEMS. "It's hame, hame, hame."- A. CUNNINGHAM. I. HYMENEAL RETROSPECTIONS. O KATE! my dear partner, through joy and through strife! When I look back at Hymen's dear day, Not a lovelier bride ever changed to a wife, Though you 're now so old, wizened, and gray! Those eyes, then, were stars, shining rulers of fate! But as liquid as stars in a pool; Though now they're so dim, they appear, my dear Kate, That brow was like marble, so smooth and so fair; |