The Queen’s betrothal, and the councils met,
And for the nuptial rites a day was set.
Now when the time grew ripe, the favored Prince
Rides forth, and through the little towns that mourn
His loss, and past the boundaries; and, since
To ape the pomp to which he was not born
Seemed in his soul a foolish thing and vain,
A few near comrades, only, made his train.
Nor pressed the populace along the ways;
But—for he wished it so—unheralded