Along her city streets the thrifty crowd,
As the Queen passed, their loving reverence made.
“’Tis false! they love me not!” she cried aloud;
So flung her from her chariot, and forbade
All words, but waved her ladies back, and gained
Her inmost room, and by herself remained.
“We have been alone these years, and knew it not,”
She said; “now let us on the knowledge thrive!”
So closed the doors, and all things else forgot
Than her own misery. “I cannot live