With downcast brow and ling’ring feet,
Who leaves that richly cushion’d seat?
And why that deep convulsive sigh?
Thou veiled Beauty, tell me why?
’Twas Selim left that cushion’d seat,
With downcast brow and ling’ring feet.
II.
And she who loves him more than life,
That dark eyed maid—his promised wife,
Whose gath’ring tears bedim each eye,