Of laughter-swimming eyes and rosy lips,
Wherein she doth all other towns eclipse.
XII.
Slow rolled proud Laïs’ wheels—while here and there,
On warrior, bard, and sage, who spell-bound stood,
She showered familiar smiles, that flushed the air,
And thrilled each heart in all the multitude;
Her partial glances raised a prouder glow
Than all the wreaths that glory could bestow.
XIII.