With Haidée's isle and soft Ionian face,
Felt the warm blood, which in his face was glowing
Rush back upon his heart, which filled apace,
And left his cheeks as pale as snowdrops blowing:
These words went through his soul like Arab spears,[306]
So that he spoke not, but burst into tears.
CXVIII.
She was a good deal shocked; not shocked at tears,
For women shed and use them at their liking;
But there is something when man's eye appears