She loved him with a deep idolatry,
So like a god he to her eyes doth seem,
Who came from demon-hate her soul to free,
Nor shorn at times of a Hypérion beam—
The very image of her virgin dream!
Like to those angel-visitants descending
To earthly loves in Time’s primeval gleam.
And Nial joys her beauty in defending,
And deems celestial charms were ne’er so sweetly blending.
XXXI.