THE BLOSSOM AND THE BEAUTIFUL. 31 



A ghastly shade, with lifted dart. 

 Strode to her couch, and chill d her heart. 

 Pale grew the brow, which roses fir d ; 

 And the soft breath in sighs expir d : 

 Yet that which bound her to the sky 

 Escap d his shaft It could not die. 



