VI. They are sleeping!—Who are sleeping? Safe they rest, the green turf under; AMBLESIDE. ENCHANTMENT all!—the traveller spell-bound, H. ZADIG AND ASTARTE. BY DELTA. I. He sought her east, he sought her west, The vision, that had blessed his sight, She robbed his bosom of its rest, Of joy by day, of sleep by night ; ;་ He turned and turned to shun his care, Only to miss her every where! II. In vain for him o'er fields of flowers |