VIII.

Since last she visited the spot Some change seemed wrought within the grot: It might be only that the night Disguised things seen by better light: That brazen lamp but dimly threw 600 A ray of no celestial hue; But in a nook within the cell Her eye on stranger objects fell. There arms were piled, not such as wield The turbaned Delis in the field; But brands of foreign blade and hilt, And one was red--perchance with guilt![gg] Ah! how without can blood be spilt? A cup too on the board was set That did not seem to hold sherbet. 610 What may this mean? she turned to see Her Selim--"Oh! can this be he?"[gh]