And scarce the King her blossomed youth had seen,
When he, too, slept the sleep, and she was Queen.
Hers was a goodly realm, not stretched afar
In desert wilds by wolf and savage scoured,
But locked in generous limits, strong in war,
Serene in peace, with mountains walled and towered,
Fed by the tilth of many a fertile plain,
And veined with streams that proudly sought the main.
The open sea bore commerce to her marts,
Tumbling half round her borders with its tide;