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How changed since last her speaking eye

Glanced gladness round the glittering room , i5oWhere high-born men were proud to wait —Where Beauty watched to imitate

Her gentle voice — her lovely mien —

And gather from her air and gait

The graces of ils queen : j55

Then, — had her eye in sorrow wept,

A thousand warriors forth had leapt,

A thousand swords had sheathless shone,

And made her quarrel all their own.

Now, — what is she? and what are they? 1 G 0Can she command, or these obey ?

All silent and unheeding now,

With downcast eyes and knitting brow,

And folded arms, and freezing air,

And lips that scarce their scorn forbear, i65Her knights and dames, her court — is there:And he, the chosen one, whose lanceHad yet been couched before her glance,

Who — were his arm a moment free —

Had died or gained her liberty; 170

The minion of his father’s bride, —

He, too, is fettered by her side;

Nor sees her swoln and full eye swimLess for her own despair than him: