XIV

With her two brothers this fair lady dwelt,

      Enriched from ancestral merchandise,

And for them many a weary hand did swelt

      In torched mines and noisy factories,

And many once proud-quiver'd loins did melt

      In blood from stinging whip;—with hollow eyes

Many all day in dazzling river stood,

To take the rich-ored driftings of the flood.