She stooped as I was slowly coming to,
This Margherita, ever on my trace,
And whispered—"Caponsacchi!"
If I drowned,
But woke afloat i' the wave with upturned eyes,
And found their first sight was a star! I turned—
For the first time, I let her have her will,
Heard passively,—"The imposthume at such head,
One touch, one lancet-puncture would relieve,—
And still no glance the good physician's way