And in its wild expression may be read
Stem thoughts and fierce resolves—now veil’d in shade,
And now in characters of fire portray’d.
Changed e’en his voice—as thus its mournful tone
Wakes in her heart each feeling of his own.
“Zayda! my doom is fix’d—another day
And the wrong’d exile shall be far away;
Far from the scenes where still his heart must be,
His home of youth, and, more than all—from thee.
Oh! what a cloud hath gather’d o’er my lot