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Thither he march’d, resolv’d, at one great blow,

His hopes, his fortunes, and his life to throw.

Tir’d with their rapid march, eve found his train

Encamp’d near Tauris, on soft Caymyr’s plain.

In yon tall tow’r, just peeping from the grove,

Knew Ismael there, now dwelt his ancient love:

For Ava fell in battle, and the fair

Gave to her mother Amagilda’s care.

And she, for safety from the civil war,

Fled from her native halls and vallies far;120

And with this only child, the widow’d dame,

To that tall tow’r near stately Tauris, came.

Unknown to all, high Ismael mounts his horse,

And tow’rds his Selyma directs his course.

What light is streaming through the darken’d gloom?

That radiance comes from Selyma’s lone room!

She, pensive, leaning on her iv’ry arm,

Hangs o’er her lattice, to imbibe the balm

That eve imparts, while Fancy’s pow’r pourtrays

The ling’ring charm, that hangs on other days.130

From her bright eyes, where Love had fix’d his throne,

The tears of mem’ry cours’d each other down,