These and his oaths I pass. Enough to tell,
The virgin listen'd, and believ'd, and fell.
And now from home maternal long decoy'd
She dwells with him midst pleasures unenjoy'd;
Till the sad tidings that her parent dear
To grief had died a victim reach her ear.
Pale with despair, 'At least, at least,' she cries,
'Stretch'd on her ashes, let me close these eyes.
Short shelter need the village now bestow,
Ere by her sacred grave they lay me low.'