And while the flickering blaze, as nightwinds sighed,
In light or shade their beauties lambent threw,
They waited till more calm the Ocean grow to view.
XXIII.
’Twas after Sunset but the second hour,
When Nial from the Bidasoa came,
Glowing with valour’s pride and passion’s power,
And eager to recount the army’s fame
To Isabel—for sealed a blushing shame
His lips to his own daringness of deed,