Then more Awakening; and then came the Blow. 90
Fever and Pain confined him to his Bed,
And Hope smiled faintly; but she quickly fled.
Lost and bewildered, he repeats the Name
That none can hear without Disgust or Shame.
‘Bring her,’ he cried, ‘and place her on a Throne;
For she is worthy, and shall reign alone!’
Alas! his Queen was, like himself, attacked
By that same Fever and with Terror racked;
And now a Message to the Vicar sent,