For grief so irremediable as hers.
At length he took her hand, and pressing it,
And forcing through involuntary tears
A mournful smile affectionate, he said,
Say not that thou art friendless while I live!
Thou couldst not to a readier ear have told
Thy sorrows, nor have ask’d in fitter hour
What for my country’s honour, for my rank,
My faith, and sacred knighthood, I am bound
In duty to perform; which not to do