And drive the galley high ashore!’
Then sweet with fairest Rosalinda
And noble Count the moments sped—
While orange groves her form o’ershadow’d
And flowrets garlanded her head.
But crabbed fate, that will not suffer
Any good without allay,
Led the steps of the king’s huntsman,
As he roam’d to walk that way.
—‘What thine eyes have seen, O huntsman!