Chapter 1788 of 1964 · 62 words · ~1 min read

LVIII.

Juan knew nought of such a character-- High, yet resembling not his lost Haidée; Yet each was radiant in her proper sphere: The island girl, bred up by the lone sea, More warm, as lovely, and not less sincere, Was Nature's all: Aurora could not be, Nor would be thus:--the difference in them Was such as lies between a flower and gem.