LXXXVII.

There was no great disparity of years, Though much in temper; but they never clashed: They moved like stars united in their spheres, Or like the Rhone by Leman's waters washed, Where mingled and yet separate appears The River from the Lake, all bluely dashed Through the serene and placid glassy deep, Which fain would lull its river-child to sleep.[727]

LXXXVIII.

Now when she once had ta'en an interest In anything, however she might flatter Herself that her intentions were the best, Intense intentions are a dangerous matter: Impressions were much stronger than she guessed, And gathered as they run like growing water Upon her mind; the more so, as her breast Was not at first too readily impressed.