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If cause should be… a lioness； though tame。
Her father's blood before her father's face
Boil'd up； and proved her truly of his race。
I said they were alike； their features and
Their stature； differing but in sex and years；
Even to the delicacy of their hand
There was resemblance； such as true blood wears；
And now to see them； thus divided； stand
In fix'd ferocity； when joyous tears
And sweet sensations should have weled both；
Show what the passions are in their full growth。
The father paused a moment； then withdrew
His weapon； and replaced it； but stood still；
And looking on her； as to look her through；
'Not I；' he said； 'have sought this stranger's ill；
Not I have made this desolation： few
Would bear such outrage； and forbear to kill；
But I must do my duty… how thou hast
Done thine； the present vouches for the past。
'Let him disarm； or； by my father's head；
His own shall roll before you like a ball！'
He raised his whistle； as the word he said；
And blew； another answer'd to the call；
And rushing in disorderly； though led；
And arm'd from boot to turban； one and all；
Some twenty of his train came； rank on rank；
He gave the word；… 'Arrest or slay the Frank。'
Then； with a sudden movement； he withdrew
His daughter； while press'd within his clasp；
'Twixt her and Juan interposed the crew；
In vain she struggled in her father's grasp…
His arms were like a serpent's coil： then flew
Upon their prey； as darts an angry asp；
The file of pirates； save the foremost； who
Had fallen； with his right shoulder half cut through。
The second had his cheek laid open； but
The third； a wary； cool old sworder； took
The blows upon his cutlass； and then put
His own well in； so well； ere you could look；
His man was floor'd； and helpless at his foot；
With the blood running like a little brook
From two smart sabre gashes； deep and red…
One on the arm； the other on the head。
And then they bound him where he fell； and bore
Juan from the apartment： with a sign
Old Lambro bade them take him to the shore；
Where lay some ships which were to sail at nine。
They laid him in a boat； and plied the oar
Until they reach'd some galliots； placed in line；
On board of one of these； and under hatches；
They stow'd him； with strict orders to the watches。
The world is full of strange vicissitudes；
And here was one exceedingly unpleasant：
A gentleman so rich in the world's goods；
Handsome and young； enjoying all the present；
Just at the very time when he least broods
On such a thing is suddenly to sea sent；
Wounded and chain'd； so that he cannot move；
And all because a lady fell in love。
Here I must leave him； for I grow pathetic；
Moved by the Chinese nymph of tears； green tea！
Than whom Cassandra was not more prophetic；
For if my pure libations exceed three；
I feel my heart bee so sympathetic；
That I must have recourse to black Bohea：
'T is pity wine should be so deleterious；
For tea and coffee leave us much more serious；
Unless when qualified with thee； Cogniac！
Sweet Naiad of the Phlegethontic rill！
Ah！ why the liver wilt thou thus attack；
And make； like other nymphs； thy lovers ill？
I would take refuge in weak punch； but rack
（In each sense of the word）； whene'er I fill
My mild and midnight beakers to the brim；
Wakes me next morning with its synonym。
I leave Don Juan for the present； safe…
Not sound； poor fellow； but severely wounded；
Yet could his corporal pangs amount to half
Of those with which his Haidee's bosom bounded？
She was not one to weep； and rave； and chafe；
And then give way； subdued because surrounded；
Her mother was a Moorish maid； from Fez；
Where all is Eden； or a wilderness。
There the large olive rains its amber store
In marble fonts； there grain； and flower； and fruit；
Gush from the earth until the land runs o'er；
But there； too； many a poison…tree has root；
And midnight listens to the lion's roar；
And long； long deserts scorch the camel's foot；
Or heaving whelm the helpless caravan；
And as the soil is； so the heart of man。
Afric is all the sun's； and as her earth
Her human day is kindled； full of power
For good or evil； burning from its birth；
The Moorish blood partakes the planet's hour；
And like the soil beneath it will bring forth：
Beauty and love were Haidee's mother's dower；
But her large dark eye show'd deep Passion's force；
Though sleeping like a lion near a source。
Her daughter； temper'd with a milder ray；
Like summer clouds all silvery； smooth； and fair；
Till slowly charged with thunder they display
Terror to earth； and tempest to the air；
Had held till now her soft and milky way；
But overwrought with passion and despair；
The fire burst forth from her Numidian veins；
Even as the Simoom sweeps the blasted plains。
The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore；
And he himself o'ermaster'd and cut down；
His blood was running on the very floor
Where late he trod； her beautiful； her own；
Thus much she view'd an instant and no more；…
Her struggles ceased with one convulsive groan；
On her sire's arm； which until now scarce held
Her writhing； fell she like a cedar fell'd。
A vein had burst； and her sweet lips' pure dyes
Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er；
And her head droop'd as when the lily lies
O'ercharged with rain： her summon'd handmaids bore
Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes；
Of herbs and cordials they produced their store；
But she defied all means they could employ；
Like one life could not hold； nor death destroy。
Days lay she in that state unchanged； though chill…
With nothing livid； still her lips were red；
She had no pulse； but death seem'd absent still；
No hideous sign proclaim'd her surely dead；
Corruption came not in each mind to kill
All hope； to look upon her sweet face bred
New thoughts of life； for it seem'd full of soul…
She had so much； earth could not claim the whole。
The ruling passion； such as marble shows
When exquisitely chisell'd； still lay there；
But fix'd as marble's unchanged aspect throws
O'er the fair Venus； but for ever fair；
O'er the Laocoon's all eternal throes；
And ever…dying Gladiator's air；
Their energy like life forms all their fame；
Yet looks not life； for they are still the same。
She woke at length； but not as sleepers wake；
Rather the dead； for life seem'd something new；
A strange sensation which she must partake
Perforce； since whatsoever met her view
Struck not on memory； though a heavy ache
Lay at her heart； whose earliest beat still true
Brought back the sense of pain without the cause；
For； for a while； the furies made a pause。
She look'd on many a face with vacant eye；
On many a token without knowing what；
She saw them watch her without asking why；
And reck'd not who around her pillow sat；
Not speechless； though she spoke not； not a sigh
Relieved her thoughts； dull silence and quick chat
Were tried in vain by those who served； she gave
No sign； save breath； of having left the grave。
Her handmaids tended； but she heeded not；
Her father watch'd； she turn'd her eyes away；
She recognized no being； and no spot；
However dear or cherish'd in their day；
They changed from room to room… but all forgot…
Gentle； b