XXVI.

Too dire the scenes that San Sebastian stain To leave Salustian safe within its wall; Young Isabel doth by his side remain In Nial’s tent, and soothe his sorrows all, But oft her face doth Isidor recall! Before the old man from the tower descended, Had Nial, fearful lest the sight appal Their eyelids, moved the shattered corse and tended Its hurried funeral, where no tear with his was blended.