XXVI

'Love, Isabel!' said he, 'I was in pain

      Lest I should miss to bid thee a good morrow:

Ah! what if I should lose thee, when so fain

      I am to stifle all the heavy sorrow

Of a poor three hours' absence? but we 'll gain

      Out of the amorous dark what day doth borrow.

Good bye! I 'll soon be back.'—'Good bye!' said she:—

And as he went she chanted merrily.