But for an instant more—“’Tis lilies grace
“Her grave?” he said—they nod—he roelike fled the place!
XX.
Soon found the blithe Barqueras dry old wood,
And kindled fire i’ the centre of the cave.
Bright flashed the blaze, and sparkling keener stood
The dark-eyed daughters of the ocean-wave,
But brighter flashed, that thus they came to save
In peril’s hour, the eyes of Isabel.
Her glances eloquent the tribute gave