Her eyes such passion showed as angels feel.
“Carlos—the window!” she doth now exclaim.
Both eye and tongue love’s mystery reveal—
And Carlos soon they find—through her, too, past the steel!
XIV.
Long Carlos fluttering lay ’twixt life and death,
But what could Isidora’s balm exclude,
Her dewy fingers’ pressure, violet breath,
Her tender care, and sweet solicitude?
And day by day his growing cure she viewed