THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS 1-04

CANTO THE FIRST.

IV.

"Son of a slave" - the Pacha said -
"From unbelieving mother bred,
Vain were a father's hope to see
Aught that beseems a man in thee.
Thou, when thine arm should bend the bow,
And hurl the dart, and curb the steed,
Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed,
Must pore where babbling waters flow,
And watch unfolding roses blow.
Would that yon orb, whose matin glow
Thy listless eyes so much admire,
Would lend thee something of his fire!
Thou, who wouldst see this battlement
By Christian cannon piecemeal rent;
Nay, tamely view old Stamboul's wall
Before the dogs of Moscow fall,
Nor strike one stroke for life or death
Against the curs of Nazareth!
Go - let thy less than woman's hand
Assume the distaff - not the brand.
But, Haroun! - to my daughter speed:
And hark - of thine own head take heed -
If thus Zuleika oft takes wing -
Thou see'st yon bow - it hath a string!"

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong