At last that heart to hope is half beguiled, And, pale through tears suppress'd, the mournful beauty smiled. X. - Night came, and in their lighted bower, full late, The joy of converse had endured when, hark! As ever shipwreck'd wretch lone left on desert shore. XI. Uprisen, each wondering brow is knit and arch'd: And long his filmed eye is red and dim; At length the pity-proffered cup his thirst Had half assuaged, and nerved his shuddering limb, When Albert's hand he grasp'd ;—but Albert knew not him |