He cried, “Blest Virgin be our aid!
What piteous sight appals me!
It is—it is that gentle maid,
Whose lovely form still thralls me.
“Lift, lift those heavy drooping eyes,
And with one kind look cheer me!”
She smiled like beam in freezing skies,
“Ah, Rodolph, art thou near me?
“My life ebbs fast, my heart’s blood flows,
That long hath beat for thee, love;