“O! God forbid! that I should see
“The beauteous Zorietto, be
“The Baron Golfre’s bride!
“Poor Lady! she did shrink and fall,
“As leaves fall in September!
“Then be not Baron Golfre’s bride—
“Alack! in yon black tow’r She died—
“Full well, I do remember!”
“Oft, to the lattice grate I stole
“To hear her, sweetly singing;