He came surrounded by a mighty crowd.
“Make way for us!” the Queen’s men cried aloud—
“The Queen is here!” Her breath was all but spent.
The bearers stopped; with cries the air was rent.
Then bending low, her arms about him flung,
She gasped! To his, cold set, her hot lips clung.
Beneath an arch of warriors’ shields upraised,
She saw, she felt; in death Coh’s eyes were glazed.
Ah! woful sight! ’twas more than Móo could bear—
She fell, unconscious of the tender care