With cities under their sway;
For am I not, in my own right,
A monarch as proud as they?
“What matter, then, if to others
My castle a phantom may be,
Since I feel, in the depth of my own heart,
That it is not so to me?”
With cities under their sway;
For am I not, in my own right,
A monarch as proud as they?
“What matter, then, if to others
My castle a phantom may be,
Since I feel, in the depth of my own heart,
That it is not so to me?”