" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
Keats - Lamia
