With Aya, handmaids, servitors, who tried
Full many a remedy in vain:—“Wo worth
“The day that gave, my child, this frantic terror birth!”
XIII.
She oped her eyes, and shuddered slightly—gave
A feeble cry—and uttered Carlos’ name;
Then toward the window glanced, as if to crave
Assistance—sad yet sweet her breathing came—
Then sobs and tears—then sparkling dewy flame,