They gave then each other a tender caress,
And swooned to the earth from of grief the excess.
The year has revolved, and home now from the fray,
King Valdemar cometh triumphant and gay.
In, in through the portal King Valdemar strode,
Sophia received him in complaisant mode.
About and around him King Valdemar stared:
“Say! where is my sister, and how has she fared?”
Then sly ’neath her scarlet laughed Sophy the Queen:
“It is full three months now since thy sister I’ve seen.”
Sophia exclaim’d: “She is not to be taught,
My advice and monition she holdeth at naught.”
“O why dost thou thus of my sister complain?
In honour she liv’d without ever a stain.”
“The chamber of stone she has long made her home,
There she of a little child light has become.”
Then the heart of the monarch was smitten with grief:
“To thy words, O Sophia, I yield no belief.”
“The blessed Lord’s truth and no lie have I told,
She invited me e’en her child-birth to behold.”