Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Ere his hand, already lifted,
Could at Melleff hurl the dart,
She, with new-born virtue gifted,
Plunged that dagger in his heart !
In a moment − but who showeth
How, in such a blinding fray,
Where scarce foeman foeman knoweth —
Safe on Melleff's arm she lay !
Wheeling then he swiftly darted
O'er the wild, like winged light,
And his little band, brave-hearted,
Covered well that headlong flight.
In that headlong flight behold them
Scorching sand-waves scouring o'er,
Though a backward glance hath told them
That the foe pursues no more.
See, alas ! the fair head droopeth,
Faints with fasting and fatigue ;
Yet the blasted waste still slopeth
