‘Alas! I am well repaid,’ said she, 5

‘With a pain that stings like joy;

For I feared, from his tenderness to me,

That he was but a feeble boy.

‘Now I shall hold my head on high,

The queen among my kind. 10

If ye hear a sound, ’tis only a sigh

For a glory left behind.’

George MacDonald.

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