At length, with fiendish laugh, like that which broke
From EBLIS at the Fall of Man, he spoke. 35
“Such the refin’d enchantress that must be
This hero’s vanquisher,—and thou art she!” 41
He raised his veil—the Maid turn’d slowly round,
Look’d at him—shriek’d—and sunk upon the ground! 47
Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights
And busy shapes proclaim the toilet’s rites. 50
Young AZIM roams bewilder’d,—nor can guess
What means this maze of light and loneliness. 53