Which from thine eye shone forth. Thou hast not lived
In vain! My child, farewell!
Gon. Surely for thee
Death had no sting, Ximena! We are blest
To learn one secret of the shadowy pass,
From such an aspect’s calmness. Yet once more
I kiss thy pale young cheek, my broken flower!
In token of th’ undying love and hope
Whose land is far away.
[Exeunt.