XXXIII

Because Lorenzo came not. Oftentimes

      She ask'd her brothers, with an eye all pale,

Striving to be itself, what dungeon climes

      Could keep him off so long? They spake a tale

Time after time, to quiet her. Their crimes

      Came on them, like a smoke from Hinnom's vale;

And every night in dreams they groan'd aloud,

To see their sister in her snowy shroud.