A stately cenotaph,—and bade them place
Above its front the Prince’s form and face,
Sculptured, as if in life. But the pale Queen,
Watching the work herself, would somewhat lure
Her heart from plaining; till, behind a screen,
The tomb was finished, glorious and pure,
Even like the Prince: and they proclaimed a day
When the Queen’s hand should draw its veil away.
It chanced, the noon before, she bade them fetch
Her equipage, and with her children rode