[120] [The hundred and twenty-six lines which follow, down to "Tell me no more of Fancy's gleam," first appeared in the Fifth Edition. In returning the proof to Murray, Byron writes, August 26, 1813, "The last lines Hodgson likes—it is not often he does—and when he don't, he tells me with great energy, and I fret and alter. I have thrown them in to soften the ferocity of our Infidel, and, for a dying man, have given him a good deal to say for himself."—Letters, 1898, ii. 252.]
[ei] {138}
That quenched, I wandered far in night,
or, 'Tis quenched, and I am lost in night.—[MS.]
[ej] Must plunge into a dark abyss.—[MS.]
[ek] {139}
And let the light, inconstant fool
That sneers his coxcomb ridicule.—[MS.]
[el] Less than the soft and shallow maid.—[MS. erased.]
[em] The joy—the madness of my heart.—[MS.]
To me alike all time and place—
Scarce could I gaze on Nature's face
For every hue——.—[MS.]
or, All, all was changed on Nature's face
To me alike all time and place.—[MS. erased.]