LVIII

And, furthermore, her brethren wonder'd much

      Why she sat drooping by the Basil green,

And why it flourish'd, as by magic touch;

      Greatly they wonder'd what the thing might mean:

They could not surely give belief, that such

      A very nothing would have power to wean

Her from her own fair youth, and pleasures gay,

And even remembrance of her love's delay.