XI.

What cry too faint to reach the ear of love? Through Isidora’s casement pierced his moan, When Morn’s first beam Pyrene rose above, And roused her faithful heart with plaintive tone. Another cry--to the casement she hath flown. Oh, sight of agony--her lover lies Blood-boltered at her feet! With groan on groan His breast Apollo-like doth heave and rise, And ghastly pale his cheek, and glaring white his eyes.