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The palm-tree-edged desert-spring's sapphire,
“Your heart's queen, you dethrone her? “So should I!"-cried the King—"'twas mere
vanity, “Not love, set that task to humanity!" Lords and ladies alike turned with loathing From such a proved wolf in sheep's clothing.
Not so, I; for I caught an expression
She told me, “Too long had I heard “Of the deed proved alone by the word: “For my love—what De Lorge would not dare! “With my scorn—what De Lorge could compare! “And the endless descriptions of death
“He would brave when my lip formed a breath, “I must reckon as braved, or, of course, “ Doubt his word—and moreover, perforce, “For such gifts as no lady could spurn, “Must offer my love in return. “When I looked on your lion, it brought “ All the dangers at once to my thought, “Encountered by all sorts of men, “Before he was lodged in his den,“From the poor slave whose club or bare hands “Dug the trap, set the snare on the sands, “With no King and no Court to applaud, “By no shame, should he shrink, overawed, “Yet to capture the creature made shift, “That his rude boys might laugh at the gift, “—To the page who last leaped o'er the fence “Of the pit, on no greater pretence “Than to get back the bonnet he dropped, “Lest his pay for a week should be stopped. “So, wiser I judged it to make “One trial what death for my sake' “Really meant, while the power was yet mine, “Than to wait until time should define “Such a phrase not so simply as I, “Who took it to mean just 'to die.' “The blow a glove gives is but weak : “Does the mark yet discolour my cheek? “But when the heart suffers a blow, “Will the pain pass so soon, do you know?”
I looked, as away she was sweeping,
-He'd have scarce thought you did him the worst
turn If you whispered “Friend, what you'd get, first And when, shortly after, she carried Her shame from the Court, and they married, To that marriage some happiness, maugre The voice of the Court, I dared augur.
For De Lorge, he made women with men vie,
Venienti occurrite morbo!