CXCI.

She loved, and was belovéd--she adored, And she was worshipped after Nature's fashion-- Their intense souls, into each other poured, If souls could die, had perished in that passion,-- But by degrees their senses were restored, Again to be o'ercome, again to dash on; And, beating 'gainst _his_ bosom, Haidée's heart Felt as if never more to beat apart.