My casque I dofft to scoop the fount,
Angelica!
With liquid pureness bubbling cool
It rose--then clashed into the pool ...
Thy name I saw, hewn in the rock!
And under it ...
Ah no! I dreamed! my eyes did mock
My senses!... Then I seemed to count,
All fire-lit,
The letters! deep, carved in the rock!
_Medoro_ carved in every rock!--
My brain went round like some wild clock,
Angelica!