There shone the Prince’s image, golden, high,
Installed forever in the people’s sight.
“Alas!” they cried, “too good, too fair to die!”
But at the foot the Queen had bid them write
Her consort’s goodness, and his glory-roll,
Yet knew not they had carved upon the scroll
That last assurance of his stainless heart,—
For such they deemed his words who heard them fall,—
“Of all great things this Prince achieved his part,
Yet wedded Love to him was worth them all.”