And heard the Friar’s burial rite
Keeping the watches of the night.
Another noble form was laid
Where Lorro’s dead together meet—
And I, in ducal robes arrayed,
Took Lorro’s castled seat.
I need not tell how passed the days,
I need not tell of pleasure’s ways—
Where bright-eyed mirth flung dewy flowers
Beneath the silver-feet of hours,