Of grand proportions stood that edifice;
No charm that art could lend would one there miss.
Here faithful hearts might manes sometimes greet,
And on the altar lay an offering meet.
On walls within the artist toiled amain,
Portraying there the life of chieftain slain.
On outer wall was graved a loving thought—
Her Consort’s mem’ry thus the Queen besought:
“Cay witness beareth—earnestly doth Móo
Hereby invoke her warrior-prince, great Coh!”