XXI

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XXI

So saying she hobbled off with busy fear.

The lover’s endless minutes slowly pass’d;

The Dame return’d, and whisper’d in his ear

To follow her; with aged eyes aghast

From fright of dim espial. Safe at last,

Through many a dusky gallery, they gain

The maiden’s chamber, silken, hush’d and chaste;

Where Porphyro took covert, pleased amain.

His poor guide hurried back with agues in her brain.