One morn her savage lord, in quest of food,
Forsook tho cave, and sought th’ adjacent wood;
And as her darling boy he with him bore,
Irza, unwatch’d, might pace the sounding shore.
Listless and slow she moved, and climb’d with pain
A tow’ring cliff, which beetled o’er the main.
Now three full years had flown, since Irza’s eye
Had dwelt on human form, and since reply
From human tongue had blest her ear.‘Tis true,
Throned on a rock, which spread before her view