Zara’s Ear-rings.


My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! they’ve dropt into the well,1
And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot, tell2
’Twas thus Granada’s fountain by, spoke Albuharez’ daughter,3
The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath the cold blue water4
To me did Muça give them, when he spake his sad farewell,5
And what to say when he comes back, alas ! I cannot tell.6


My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! they were pearls in silver set,7
That when my Moor was far away, I ne’er should him forget,8
That I ne’er to other tongue should list, nor smile on other’s tale,9
But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as those ear-rings pale10
When he comes back and hears that I have dropped them in the well,11
Oh what will Muça think of me, I cannot, cannot, tell.12


My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! he’ll say they should have been,13
Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glittering sheen,14
Of jasper and of onyx, and of diamond shining clear,15
Changing to the changing light, with radiance insincere16
That changeful mind unchanging gems are not befitting well17
Thus will he think—and what to say, alas ! I cannot tell.18


He’ll think when I to market went, I loitered by the way19
He’ll think a willing ear I lent to all the lads might say20
He’ll think some other lovers hand, among my tresses noosed,21
From the ears where he had placed them, my rings of pearl unloosed22
He’ll think when I was sporting so beside this marble well23
My pearls fell in,—and what to say, alas ! I cannot tell.24


He’ll say I am a woman, and we are all the same25
He’ll say I loved when he was here to whisper of his flame26
But when he went to Tunis, my virgin troth had broken,27
And thought no more of Muça, and cared not for his token.28
My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! oh ! luckless, luckless well,29
For what to say to Muça, alas ! I cannot tell.30


I’ll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will believe31
That I thought of him at morning, and thought of him at eve32
That musing on my lover, when down the sun was gone,33
His ear-rings in my hand I held, by the fountain all alone,34
And that my mind was o’er the sea, when from my hand they fell,35
And that deep his love lies in my heart, as they lie in the well.36