CHAPTER II.
Poured in soft dalliance at a lady’s feet,
In fondest rapture he appeared to lie....
Their words she heard not—words had ne’er exprest
What well her sickening fancy could supply—
All that their silent eloquence confest
As breathed the sigh of fire from each impassioned breast.
While thus she gazed, her quivering lips turn pale,
Contending passions rage within her breast,