VII.

Salustian to the sheltering house returned For twilight’s bland repose, and Isabel Amongst the flowers she loved till night sojourned, Then to a bower retired in distant dell Upon the garden’s verge she cherished well, For there full oft with Nial joyous seated She deep had drunk of Love’s delicious spell, And many a Vascon legend oft repeated, And now with thought of him the tedious hours she cheated.