Died with him were untold. At sunrise fell
Across the capital his solemn knell.
All respite it forbade, and joyance thence,
To one for whom his passion till the last
Wrought in the dying Prince. Her wan suspense
Thus ended, a great fear upon her passed.
“I was the cause!” she moaned from day to day,
“Now let me bear the penance as I may!”
So with her whole estate she sought and gained
A refuge in a nunnery close at view,