"'Tis he!" the stranger cried, and those that heard

Re-echoed fast and far the whispered word.

"'Tis he!"—"'Tis who?" they question far and near,

Till louder accents rung on Lara's ear;

So widely spread, few bosoms well could brook

The general marvel, or that single look: 420

But Lara stirred not, changed not, the surprise

That sprung at first to his arrested eyes

Seemed now subsided—neither sunk nor raised

Glanced his eye round, though still the stranger gazed;

And drawing nigh, exclaimed, with haughty sneer,

"'Tis he!—how came he thence?—what doth he here?"