Within love's merciful chambers let us stay,
The while we may."
The singing ceased. There rose a storm of calls
And sudden clangour in his outer halls;
And these were hushed, and some one cried: "The
king!"
Followed the tread of armed men entering.
Ben Ali rose, thinking, "My time was brief;"
And lo, not only the tall king stood there,
His bracelets glittering in the torches' glare,