And, as he quiet slept, came Isabel
To view the cruel work she’d done so well;
When, as is wont to hap, the wound she’d given
Broke forth anew, denouncing her to heaven.
For whom Death answered, dropping from above:
‘Now is my reign established, quit of Love!
For my sake did you do this thing?’ Then she:
‘Ah, no! But that I loved Philosophy.’
So, hardly had she spoke when, with a spring,
Love rose, and, laughing joyously, took wing.”