Deny she dared not, nor yet seem content;
So, sighed and spake not; but -- when uncontrolled She could -- she gave her secret sorrow vent, While from her eyes the tears like billows rolled;
A portion of the pains that her torment, Inflicting on her breast and locks of gold:
For this she beat, and those uptore and brake;
And thus she made lament, and thus she spake.