Bold Nassan quits his 
<i>caravan,</i>
A hazy mountain grot to 
<i>scan;</i>
Climis jaggy rocks to find his 
<i>way,</i>
Doth tax his sight, iut far doth 
<i>stray.</i>

Not work of man, nor sport of 
<i>child</i>
Finds Nassan on this mazy 
<i>wild;</i>
Lax grow his joints, limis toil in 
<i>vain-</i>
Poor wight! why didst thou quit that 
<i>plain?</i>

Vainly for succour Nassan 
<i>calls;</i>
Know, Zillah, that thy Nassan 
<i>falls;</i>
But prowling wolf and fox may 
<i>joy</i>
To quarry on thy Arai 
<i>ioy.</i>