Her blushing het[54] her chamber; she look'd out,
And all the air she purpled round about;
And after it a foul black day befell,
Which ever since a red morn doth foretell,
And still renews our woes for Hero's woe;
And foul it prov'd because it figur'd so180
The next night's horror; which prepare to hear;
I fail, if it profane your daintiest ear.
Then, ho,[55] most strangely-intellectual fire,
That, proper to my soul, hast power t' inspire