Of silent joys and sorrows, and deep thoughts
Untold and unimagined; let me die
With you, now I have held you to my heart,
And seen once more the faces, in whose light
My soul hath lived for years!
CARLOS.
Thou shalt not leave us more.
ABDULLAH.
Woman! what seek'st thou here?—How hast thou dared
To front the mighty thus amidst his hosts?
ELMINA.
That set their mail against the ringing spears,
When helmets are struck down?—Thou little know'st
Of nature's marvels!—Chief! my heart is nerved
To make its way through things which warrior-men,
—Aye, they that master death by field or flood,
Would look on, ere they braved!—I have no thought,
No sense of fear!—Thou 'rt mighty! but a soul
Wound up like mine is mightier, in the power
Of that one feeling, pour'd through all its depths,
Than monarchs with their hosts!—Am I not come
To die with these, my children?
