Before the royal brothers bow,—
I whose rash deed has madly foiled,
The noble work in which we toiled?
Or has her own bright virtue shed
Its guardian influence round her head?
She lives untouched,—the peerless dame;
Flame has no fury for the flame.[887]
The very fire would ne'er consent
To harm a queen so excellent,—
The high-souled Ráma's faithful wife,