Constance De Castile | ||
IX.
“She lives—yet lives”—the page replied—“The wonder of her sex, and pride:
“Matchless in person, and in mind,
“A saint, in beauty's temple shrin'd.
“Her harp, the music of the sky,
“Her voice, the breath of melody:
“Gifted herself to frame the lay,
“And lead by song the soul away,
“To force the unwilling tear to flow,
“Or, soothing, turn the tide of woe,
“Or Love's enchanted dream inspire,
“Or kindle Fame's heroic fire.”
Constance De Castile | ||