And with his queen beloved, long through the park
He walked in converse sweet, till when he reached
The summer house, and like a baby held
Her in his arms, a hideous shape came O'er her
And he dropped her in fright; and there was blood,
And broken limbs lay strewn upon the floor."
He woke in fright, and passing hastily
On to the tents, he cried, "to horse" and rode
Away.
But how was she, the object dear
Of all his anxious thoughts? She when the prince
Ran roughshed over the park like a wild colt
And left the cloak behind, felt like a lover who
In dream obtains his lady's wished embrace,
But waking, feels the pillow in his arms.
Sorely distressed she felt and from her eyes
Rolled down big drops. In silent grief awhile
She stood, and in her heart the feelings changed
To wounded worth, and anger next followed;
But revenge last took possession of her heart.
She leaned upon the gate and thought on what
To do; cried, "He shall rue;" and tore as mad
Her costly robe, and broke her bangles O'er
A post, and, as to lock her thoughts in sleep
'Gainst every feeling soft, emptied a glass
And lay upon the floor.
But when she woke
It was night. She rose not, but still with face
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