XLIV.

The lid is moved--the beauteous face unveiled, Whose beauty not e’en violent death could mar. That instant forth the Moon sublimely sailed From darkest cloud that long its stormy bar To her light opposed, and shone o’er every star, Peerless in Heaven as Isidor on earth. Heart-piercing was the cry that pealed afar, As threw Beltrán his form on hers, in mirth Hysteric mixed with sobs, and clasped her frozen girth,