Like hoar-frost when the sun is high.”
She, by his loving words consoled,
Longed her dire purpose to unfold,
And sought with sharper pangs to wring
The bosom of her lord the king.
Canto XI. The Queen's Demand.
To him enthralled by love, and blind,
Pierced by his darts who shakes the mind,[274]
Kaikeyí with remorseless breast