Met here and there, yet made no careless move
Nor bared their strategy to cunning eyes.
And though, a portion of the winter year,
The Queen’s own summons brought her rival near
The Prince, among the ladies of her train,
Then, meeting face to face at morn and night,
They were as strangers. If it was a pain
To pass so coldly on, in love’s despite,
It was a joy to hear each other’s tone,
And keep the life-long secret still their own.