Here paus'd the Virgin, as immers'd in thought;
The story, fraught with woe, had cast a shade
Of deeper sorrow o'er her pensive brow:
Her lab'ring bosom sent forth heavy sighs,
And her sad mind seem'd lost in one idea.
The Knight, who eager grew to know the tale
She promis'd of  presum'd at length
To bring her recollection to the point;
At which her rosy lips their portal clos'd,
And ceas'd to charm him with their touching accents.