To lead the maid, Sephora comes; the sprite
Half baffled, followed—hovering on unseen—
Till Meles, fair to see and nobly dight,
Received his pensive bride. Gentle of mien
She meekly stood. He fastened round her arm
Rings of refulgent ore; low and apart
Murmuring, "so beauteous captive, shall thy charms
Forever thrall and clasp thy captive's heart."
The air breathed softer, as she slowly moved
In languid resignation: his quick eye
Spoke in black glances how she was approved,
Who shrunk reluctant from its ardency.
XLI.
'Twas sweet to look upon the goodly pair
In their contrasted loveliness: her height
Might almost vie with his; but heavenly fair,
Of soft proportion she, and sunny hair
He cast in manliest mould with ringlets murk as night.
XLII.
All art could give with Nature's charms was blent,
His gorgeous country shone in his attire,
And as he moved with tread magnificent
She could but look and looking must admire.
XLIII.
And oft her drooping and resigned blue eye
She'd wistful raise to read his radiant face,
But then—why shrank her heart? a secret sigh
Told her it most required what there it could not trace.