Long Carlos crimson lay and dead to view;
With morning’s breath a glimpse of life was given,
And faint his cry was raised for bounteous aid to Heaven.
XI.
What cry too faint to reach the ear of love?
Through Isidora’s casement pierced his moan,
When Morn’s first beam Pyrene rose above,
And roused her faithful heart with plaintive tone.
Another cry—to the casement she hath flown.
Oh, sight of agony—her lover lies