Till from his bed they bore her to her own
A little. In the middle-tide of night,
Thereafter, he awoke with moan on moan,
And saw his death anigh, and said outright,
“I had all things, but love was worth them all!”
Then sped they for the Queen, yet ere the call
Reached her, he cried once more, “Too late! too late!”
And at those words, before they led her in,
Come the sure dart of him that lay in wait.
The Prince was dead: what goodness and what sin