VI.
Now that she this upon her hand surreys,
She is so full of pleasure and surprise,
She doubts it is a dream, and, in amaze,
Hardly believes her very hand and eyes.
Then softly to her mouth the hoop conveys,
And, quicker than the flash which cleaves the skies,
From bold Rogero’s sight her beauty shrowds,
As disappears the sun, concealed in clouds.
VII.
Yet still Rogero gazed like wight distraught,
And hurried here and there with fruitless speed:
But when he had recalled the ring to thought,
Foiled and astounded, cursed his little heed.
And now the vanished lady, whom he sought,
Of that ungrateful and discourteous deed
Accusing stood, wherewith she had repaid,
(Unfitting recompense) his generous aid.
VIII.
“Ungrateful damsel! and is this the pay
“You render for the service done?” (said he)
“Why rather would you steal my ring away
“Than have it as a welcome gift from me?
“Not only this, (but use me as you may)
“I, and my shield and courser, yours shall be;
“So you no more conceal your beauteous cheer.
“Cruel, though answering not, I know you hear.”
