ZULEIKA. "WHY, with gems and jewels rare, Why, Zuleika, deck thy hair? Why so intent thy hazel eye Upon the braid thy fingers ply?" "Tis to be a Harem-queen, Slave of one she ne'er hath seen; "Tis for such a sacrifice The victim now her magic plies. THE APOLLO BELVIDERE. BY HENRY T. TUCKERMAN. There is a tradition at Rome, that an imaginative French girl died of love for this celebrated statue. Ir was a day of festival in Rome, And to the splendid temple of her saint Many a brilliant equipage swept on; Brave cavaliers reined their impetuous steeds, While dark-robed priests and bright-eyed peasants strolled, Mid groups of citizens, in gay attire. The suppliant moan of the blind mendicant Blent with the huckster's cry, the urchin's shout, There an artist leaned, and pleased his eye And an eye exultant with high purpose. And backward stepped in reverence, as she passed; She hurried thoughtfully, nor turned to muse There are rooms whose walls are radiant still Busts of the mighty conquerors of time, But sped, with fawn-like and familiar step, Her eye grew brighter, and a burning flush |