CLXXII.

These might have been her destiny--but no-- Our hearts deny it: and so young, so fair, Good without effort, great without a foe; But now a Bride and Mother--and now _there!_ How many ties did that stern moment tear! From thy Sire's to his humblest subject's breast Is linked the electric chain of that despair, Whose shock was as an Earthquake's,[538] and opprest The land which loved thee so that none could love thee best.