Isabel lights as well; and, where they lie Dispersed, the various arms uniting goes.
Lo! them a damsel joins, who frequent sigh Heaves from her heart, and doleful visage shows.
If any ask me who the dame, and why She mourns, and with such sorrow overflows;
I say 'twas Flordelice, who, bound in trace Of her lost lover's footsteps, sought that place.