Noble and prince thy claim have owned—
Lo! there thou standest crowned and throned.
The Tower!—a cell in yon gray tower
Is the price of Edward’s fatal dower!
A bloody doom is on thee cast—
The sentence for thy death hath passed!
Yea, death for one so young and fair—
Yet wearest thou no look of care:
Still on thy book thine eye is bent,
Bespeaking wisdom and content—