Sorrow the maid so wholly occupies,

  Room has she none for comfort or for rest.

  Yet, maugre her affliction, Hope will rise,

  And form a lodgement in her harassed breast;

  And to the damsel's memory still supplies

  Rogero's parting words to her addrest;

  So makes her, in all seeming facts' despite,

  Await from hour to hour the youthful knight.