“Captive! could the brightest jewel
From my turban set thee free?”
“Lady no!—the gift were cruel,
Ransomed, yet if reft of thee.”
“Say, fair princess! would it grieve thee
Christian climes should we behold?”
“Nay, bold knight! I would not leave thee
Were thy ransom paid in gold!”
Now in heaven’s blue expansion
Rose the midnight star to view,