Within their bosoms poignant pain remains,
Though flesh and blood, like lasses of the plains.
THE noble Hispal, one of zarus' court,
A handsome youth, as histories report,
Alaciel pleased; a mutual flame arose,
Though this they durst not venture to disclose
Or, if expressed, 'twas solely by the eyes:—
Soul-speaking language, nothing can disguise!
AFFIANCED thus, the princess, with a sigh,
Prepared to part, and fully to comply.