Upon the cliff where he perforce remained,
By iron bonds of age and sickness chained.
But swift sweet Isabel to cheer him flew,
Like beauteous fawn, and soon the summit gained,
And wept with bliss, and on her bosom true
The old man’s weary head sustained, and kist anew.
XXXIII.
And soon her story wondrous strange was told,
Beltrán’s devoted frenzy, harmless all,