A night-bewilder’d Trav’ller stood.
VI.
The Lascar now with transport ran
“Stop! stop!” he cried—with accents bold;
The Trav’ller was a fearful man—
And next his life he priz’d his gold!—
He heard the wand’rer madly cry;
He heard his footsteps following nigh;
He nothing saw, while onward prest,
Black as the sky, the Indian’s breast;