That life is lost to love and me!”
XXV.
The heart-sick lay was hardly said,
The list’ner had not turn’d her head,
It trickled still, the starting tear,
When light a footstep struck her ear,
And Snowdoun’s graceful Knight was near.
She turn’d the hastier, lest again
The prisoner should renew his strain.
“Oh, welcome, brave Fitz-James!” she said;