Her voice as Ariel’s flute was soft and clear.
A glory streamed around her, giant-strong,
As robed in Beauty’s pride she queenly walked along.
IV.
A sister by her side as graceful grew
In opening Woman’s sweetness. Isabel
Seemed as a rosebud gathering ere it blew
All forms of Beauty that divinely fell
From full-blown flower that on the spray so well
Beside her bloomed. ’Neath Isidora’s pure