Over hill, over dale, Away goes the bridleless steed. Again at eve he stops, Again the youth descends; His load discharged, his errand done, Then bounded the courser away. 6. Heavy and dark the eve; The Moon was hid on high, A dim light only tinged the mist That crost her in the path of Heaven. All living sounds had ceas'd, Only the flow of waters near was heard, A low and lulling melody. 7. Fasting, yet not of want Percipient, he on that mysterious steed Had reach'd his resting-place, For expectation kept his nature up. Now as the flow of waters near Awoke a feverish thirst, 8. A meteor in the hazy air A globe of living fire; And now contracted to a steady light, Up-blazing rose, like a young cypress tree Anon to Thalaba it mov'd, And wrapt him in its pale innocuous fire: Now, in the darkness drown'd, Left him with eyes bedimm'd, And now, emerging, spread the scene to sight. 9. Led by the sound and meteor-flame, Advanced the Arab youth. Now to the nearest of the many rills He stoops; ascending steam Timely repels his hand; For from its source it sprung, a boiling tide. Tempts to a copious draught. His limbs, that, stiff with toil, Dragg'd heavy, from the copious draught receiv'd Lightness and supple strength. O'erjoy'd, and deeming the benignant Power, Had blest the healing waters to his use, Lull'd by the soothing and incessant sound, The flow of many waters, blending oft With shriller tones and deep low murmurings, Which from the fountain caves In mingled melody Like faery music, heard at midnight, came. 10. The sounds which last he heard at night Awoke his sense at morn. A scene of wonders lay before his eyes. Wandered a thousand streams; They in their endless flow had channell❜d deep The rocky soil o'er which they ran, Veining its thousand islet stones, Like clouds that freckle o'er the summer sky; The blue ethereal ocean circling each, And insulating all. 11. A thousand shapes they wore, those islet stones, And Nature, with her various tints, For some were green with moss, Some rich with yellow lichen's gold, Or ruddier tinged, or grey, or silver-white, Or sparkling sparry radiance to the sun. Here gush'd the fountains up, Alternate light and blackness, like the play Of sunbeams on the warrior's burnish'd arms. Yonder the river roll'd, whose bed, 12. This was a wild and wonderous scene, By Oton-tala, like a sea of stars, Sought in the vales his prey. 13. Thither towards those mountains Thalaba Advanced, for well he ween'd that there had Fate Destin'd the adventure's end. Up a wide vale winding amid their depths, |