They fled the masquers, and the city’s hum
Was silent, and the palace halls grew dumb,
And Love and Sleep in that serene eclipse
Moved, making prince and clown of one degree,
Then was she all his own; then from her lips
He learned with what a sweet humility
She, whose least word a spacious kingdom ruled,
In Love’s free vassalage would fain be schooled.
How poor, she said, her sovereignty seemed,
Unless it made her richer in his eye!