Forget their own! In yonder corridor
A sister-sufferer lies, and will no more
“Pass through her door to catch the morning’s breath,—
A worldling once, the chamberlain’s young wife,
But now a pious novice, meet for death;
She prays to see your face once more in life.”
“She, too, is widowed,” thought the Queen. Aloud
She answered, “I will visit her,” and bowed
Her head, and, following, reached the room where lay
One that had wronged her so; and shrank to see