There is one of like mind with me
Musing upon the morning moon.
But no way to find him out!
"THE LADY GOT UP AND SAW THE MISTY SKY"
She had meant to send the last poem only to the Prince, but when she learned that it was His Highness himself who had come she sent all.
The Prince read and did not feel that his visit had been in vain, if she also had been awake and sadly dreaming. He wrote promptly and the letter was presented while she was gazing aimlessly. She opened it anxiously and read:
First poem:
She thinks her own sleeves only are wet
But another's also are rotting.