Till dawn; when she alighted before a kinsman's gate.
Swift flew the days, and when at last the joyful truth she learned,
That she had been deceived; in joy to Xerez she returned.
And as she went, she sang aloud a melancholy strain;
"And who would wish to die," she said, "though death be free from pain?"
ZAIDA'S CURSE
And Zaida Cegri, desolate,
Whom by the cruel cast of fate,
Within one hour, the brandished blade