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"The Bride of Abydos: A Turkish Tale" Lord Byron (1813)

lynncinnamon
Oct 3
1 min read

Canto I, section XI


But is Zuleika’s love forgot?


Ah! deem I right? the Pacha’s plan—


This kinsman Bey of Carasman


Perhaps may prove some foe of thine.


If so, I swear by Mecca’s shrine,


If shrines that ne’er approach allow


To woman’s step admit her vow,


Without thy free consent, command,


The Sultan should not have my hand!


Think’st thou that I could bear to part


With thee, & learn to halve my heart?


Ah! were I severed from thy side,


Where were thy friend—and who my guide?


Years have not seen, Time shall not see


The hour that tears my soul from thee!

 
 
 

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