THE BRIDES OF CHRIST.
IV.
ST. CATHERINE.
“Whom I shall wed,” said Alexandria’s princess, “rare
Of beauty must be, past imagining;
So great I shall not think I have made him king;
More rich, sweet-hearted more, than summer air!”
In dreams she came where courts such state declare
Of Mother and Son enthroned, that worshipping
She knelt, though royal: the Child placed a ring
Upon her finger, and she woke—’twas there!