Just at this instant, while their eyes were fixed

Upon each other, with dilated glance,

In Juan's look, pain, pleasure, hope, fear, mixed

With joy to save, and dread of some mischance

Unto his protégée; while hers, transfixed

With infant terrors, glared as from a trance,

A pure, transparent, pale, yet radiant face,

Like to a lighted alabaster vase:—[466]