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VI.

So said he one fair morning, and all day

⁠His heart beat awfully against his side;
And to his heart he inwardly did pray
⁠For power to speak; but still the ruddy tide
Stifled his voice, and puls'd resolve away—
⁠Fever'd his high conceit of such a bride,
Yet brought him to the meekness of a child:
Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

VII.

So once more he had wak'd and anguished

⁠A dreary night of love and misery,50
If Isabel's quick eye had not been wed
⁠To every symbol on his forehead high;
She saw it waxing very pale and dead,
⁠And straight all flush'd; so, lisped tenderly,
"Lorenzo!"—here she ceas'd her timid quest,
But in her tone and look he read the rest.