XXXIV

Her eyes were open, but she still beheld,

      Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep:

      There was a painful change, that nigh expell'd

      The blisses of her dream so pure and deep

      At which fair Madeline began to weep,

      And moan forth witless words with many a sigh;

      While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep;

      Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye,

Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.