XIII.

She oped her eyes, and shuddered slightly--gave A feeble cry--and uttered Carlos’ name; Then toward the window glanced, as if to crave Assistance--sad yet sweet her breathing came-- Then sobs and tears--then sparkling dewy flame, Her eyes such passion showed as angels feel. “Carlos--the window!” she doth now exclaim. Both eye and tongue love’s mystery reveal-- And Carlos soon they find--through _her_, too, past the steel!