He mounted slowly up the steps, and locked and barred the
door;
Then bade the wondering servants the supper table spread:
The household marveled at a mien they 'd never seen before,
They did not touch the food or wine, but sat in sad unrest.
The tears welled from Count Yanno's eyes; he bent to kiss
the child,
That to his mother's warm, soft breast his rosy lips had prest:
The infant turned to meet the kiss, and like an angel smiled.
To see that mingled smile and kiss, her heart in sobs broke