To bend thee to thy lover's will.
If when that respite time is fled
Thou still refuse to share my bed,
My cooks shall mince thy limbs with steel
And serve thee for my morning meal.”[834]
The minstrel daughters of the skies
Looked on her woe with pitying eyes,
And sun-bright children of the Gods[835]
Consoled the queen with smiles and nods.
She saw, and with her heart at ease,