Which men may gaze on from afar,
Admire and watch, in fear and love;
But is it so?
Was ever star so soft and fair?
Ah no! ah no!
Oh, would such stars in heaven there were
How glad I'd watch till morning's light,
To peep and worship all the night."
It was her Sire, a surly knight,
He slept, and slept, with many a snore;