And while their loved are loyal to them yet,
’Tis not the wont of women to regret.
Yet ’twas her lot to live as one whose wealth
Is in another’s name; to sigh at fate
That hedged her from possession, save by stealth
And trespass on the guileless Queen’s estate;
To see her lover farthest when most near,
Nor dare before the world to make him dear.
To see her perfect beauty but a lure,
That made men list to follow where she went,