XXIV.
The stranger ceased, and gently past away,
Though Williams to retain him still was fain;
“The night was dark, and wild the tempest’s sway,
And lone the desert,” but ’twas all in vain;
He only in soft accents seemed to say,
“Perchance I may behold thee yet again,
What time thy day shall more auspicious be,
And hope shall turn to joy in victory.”
XXV.