BIANCA’S DREAM.
Meanwhile, remindful of the convent bars,
Bianca did not watch these signs in vain,
But turned to Julio at the dark eclipse,
With words like verbal kisses on her lips.
He took the hint full speedily, and, backed
By love, and night, and the occasion’s meetness,
Bestowed a something on her cheek that smacked
(Though quite in silence) of ambrosial sweetness,—