And laugh in his pale, upturned face

Of wakened horror and surprise.

And in mine ear the water's splash

Would echo like the stirring sound

Of conquering march loud and gay.

IX.

YOUNG GIPSY.

Yet one more kiss, before we part!

ZEMPHIRE.

Lime flies: jealous he is, and harsh.

YOUNG GIPSY.

A last.... but long caress.... but one!

ZEMPHIRE.

Farewell, before he comes to seek me.

YOUNG GIPSY.

But say, when shall we meet again?

ZEMPHIRE.

To-night, when as the. moon goes down,

We'll meet beyond the mounds. Farewell

YOUNG GIPSY.

You will forget to come, I fear.

ZEMPHIRE.

Away!... Fear not!... I'll come, I swear!

X.

Aleko sleeps. But dreams confused

Disturb and haunt his troubled rest;

And with a startled cry he wakes,

And stretches forth his jealous hand,

Which falls on cold and vacant sheet;

No sleeping Zemphire lies by him.

With boding heart he listens long,

But all is still; and. filled with dread,

A chilling fear runs through his veins,

As out he hurries from the tent.

Pale and trembling, far he wanders,