Chapter VIII

Comely to look on was the youthful pair:--
One, like the mountain pine erect and tall,
Was of imposing presence;--his dark hair
Had caught its hue from night's descending pall;
Light was his tread--his port majestical,
And well his kingly brow became a form
Of matchless beauty:--like the rise and fall
Of a strong billow in the hour of storm
Beat his undaunted heart with glory's impulse warm.