Like nature’s tears, “twice blest!”
“What do you fear?” the Baron cried—
For Zorietto trembled—
“A Wolf,” she sigh’d with whisper low,
“Hark how the angry whirlwinds blow
“Like Demons dark assembled.
“That Wolf! which did my Lover slay!”
The Baron wildly started.
“That Wolf accurs’d!” she madly cried—
“Whose fangs, by human gore were dyed,