The maiden she smiled, and in jewels array'd her,
Of thrones and tiaras already dreamed she;
And proud was the step, as her bridegroom
convey'd her
In pomp to his home, of that high-born ladye.
"But whither," she, starting, exclaims, "have
you led me?
Here's nought but a tomb and a dark cypress
tree;
Is this the bright palace in which thou would'st