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preading her perfect arms upon the air
And on her couch low murmuring "Where? O where?" 240
XXXI.
But SelfishnessLove's cousinheld not long
Its fiery vigil in her single breast;
She fretted for the golden hourand hung
Upon the time with feverish unrest--
Not long--for soon into her heart a throng
Of higher occupantsa richer zest
Came tragic; passion not to be subdued
And sorrow for her love in travels rude.
XXXII.
In the mid days of autumnon their eves
The breath of Winter comes from far away250 And the sick west continually bereaves
Of some gold tingeand plays a roundelay
Of death among the bushes and the leaves
To make all bare before he dares to stray
From his north cavern. So sweet Isabel
By gradual decay from beauty fell
XXXIII.
Because Lorenzo came not. Oftentimes
She ask'd her brotherswith an eye all pale
Striving to be itselfwhat dungeon climes
Could keep him off so long? They spake a tale 260 Time after timeto quiet her. Their crimes
Came on themlike a smoke from Hinnom's vale;
And every night in dreams they groan'd aloud
To see their sister in her snowy shroud.
XXXIV.
And she had died in drowsy ignorance
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