Within a lofty cave and wide they now
Together stood, the ocean-wave before,
Stalactites pendent from its rocky brow,
And moon-lit shells and shingle strewed the floor.
Little of these thought Isabel, though more
Delighted none with Nature’s works than she,
In calmer hours. Beltrán she doth implore
On bended knees with tears full sad to see,
And prayers and passionate sobs, to set her stainless free.