XXIII。，The bird of the passion sang over his tears;
She saw him chained and shamed.。，Rapture is: pain is not loss.
Red of heat and white of heat,。，Uprose the day of crimson sight,
Mixed to write them saint or snake.。，
XII。，At morn the Countess Louis heard
。，- His wife must be the fool of wives,
Yet who had sprung to life's full force。，
- To swing him in his soldier's sash。，Lord Dusiote, madam, to death is nigh,
Each upon that cruel spike.。，XXI
Like the shade of a bird in the sun,。，
She held them to Love's theme.。，Then commanding to all women
V。，Condemnation in one word.
Rent with lightnings, clad with snow,。，Sole stood her offence, she faltered;
，Red of heat they strew the floor.。，The masque and the dance were cloud on wave,