Sweet kerchief, check’d with heavenly blue,
Which once my love sat knotting in!—
Alas! Matilda then was true!
At least I thought so at the U-
-niversity of Gottingen!
-niversity of Gottingen.
At the repetition of this line, Rogero
clanks his chains in cadence.
III.
Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew
Her neat, post-waggon trotting in!