Swallow up all her beauty, pitiless—
Her eighteen years, alas! and her sweet dream.
Adieu to ball, to pleasure, and to love!
"Poor Constance!" said the dancers at the ball,
"Poor Constance!"—and they danced till break of day.
[[66]] Isaiah xiv, 8.
[[67]] Isaiah lv, 12.
[[68]] Night Thoughts, 2. 345.
[[69]] Pastorals: Summer, or Alexis, 73 ff., with the omission of two couplets after the first.
[[70]] From the poem beginning 'T is said that some have died for love, Ruskin evidently quoted from memory, for there are several verbal slips in the passage quoted.