And gazing on the dead, she thought his face
Faded, or altered into something new—
Like to her Father’s features, till each trace
More like and like to Lambro’s aspect grew—
With all his keen worn look and Grecian grace;
And starting, she awoke, and what to view?
Oh! Powers of Heaven! what dark eye meets she there?
’Tis—’tis her Father’s—fixed upon the pair!