LXXI.

Thus lived--thus died she; never more on her Shall Sorrow light, or Shame. She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid By age in earth: her days and pleasures were Brief, but delightful--such as had not staid Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well[247] By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to dwell.