And poor his life, until her sunlight beamed
Upon it, said the Prince. So months went by;
They were a gracious pair; the Queen was glad;
Peace smiled, and the wide land contentment had.
And for a time the courteous welcome paid
The chosen consort, and the people’s joy
In the Queen’s joy, kept silent those who weighed
The Prince’s make, and sought to find alloy
In his fine gold; but, when the freshness fled
From these things told, some took new thought and said: