Here 's the gallery they trod
Both together, he her god,
She his idol,—lend your rod,
Chamberlain!—ay, there they are—"Quis
Separabit?"—plain those two
Touching words come into view,
Apposite for me and you:
Since they witness to incessant
Love like ours: King Francis, he—
Diane the adored one, she—