She studied not the meanest to eclipse,

And yet the wisest listened to her lips;

She sang not, knew not Music’s magic skill,

But yet her voice had tones that swayed the will.

He sought—he won her—and resolved to make

His future home in England for her sake.

“Yet, ere they wedded, matters of concern

To Cæsar’s court commanded his return,

A season’s space,—and on his Alpine way,

He reached those bowers, that rang with joy that day: