XVII.

“’Tis her’s I see in thine--her angel face In thee depictured. In the moonlight stand, I pray thee, Isabel.”--On that lone place The sound of oars and voices from the strand Fell--’tis the Basque barqueras come to land; And straight they fill the cave, where from the storm They seek retreat. Amazed the Nereid band Behold the frayle’s and the maiden’s form; But soon the mystery solved uproused their spirits warm.