L'AMORE DOMINATORE.
159
Again I asked the cause of ill,
And heard Love's name again.
Yet on I went: I thought that Love
To woman's gentle heart,
Perhaps, had flung a lighter shaft,
Had given a fairer part.
I looked upon a lovely face,
Lit by a large dark eye;
But on the lash there was a tear,
And on the lip a sigh.
I asked not why that form had drooped,
Nor why that cheek was pale?
