Would ne’er have overleapt the gulf which parts
Iberia from the Mauritanian shore,
If Julian had not beckon’d them!... Alas!
The evils which drew on our overthrow,
Would soon by other means have wrought their end,
Though Julian’s daughter should have lived and died
A virgin vow’d and veil’d.
Touch not on that,
Shrinking with inward shiverings at the thought,
The penitent exclaim’d. Oh, if thou lovest