Never be she from her idol
Forced, as I am now, to part!”
“Rumour did not then deceive me!”
Wild the Moor in anguish cries:
“Then ’tis true! for wealth you leave me!
Wealth has charms for Zayda’s eyes!
“Blind to beauty, cold to pleasure,
Ozmyn shall my hopes destroy!
Yes; though worthless such a treasure,
He shall Zayda’s charms enjoy!