XI.

Within a lofty cave and wide they now Together stood, the ocean-wave before, Stalactites pendent from its rocky brow, And moon-lit shells and shingle strewed the floor. Little of these thought Isabel, though more Delighted none with Nature’s works than she, In calmer hours. Beltrán she doth implore On bended knees with tears full sad to see, And prayers and passionate sobs, to set her stainless free.