As Charles de Bourbon’s bride.
Sole Empress of his heart of bliss—
What were my sister’s realms to this?
“They call me haughty, proud, and cold,
But little do they know——
Who can through Hecla’s snows behold
The flames that lurk below?
O Charles, my sovereign, husband, guide,
My heart’s best, earliest, dearest pride,
Yet source of all my pain,