III.

As shines the Moon so Isidora shone ’Mid circling maze of many a bright compeer; Or like the Star that heralds in the dawn, Dimming the lustre of each splendour near. Her glance could like Heaven’s dewiest sunbeam cheer, Her smile was music and her step a song, Her voice as Ariel’s flute was soft and clear. A glory streamed around her, giant-strong, As robed in Beauty’s pride she queenly walked along.