Them buzzing back the guard, that led in one
Pale as the sea beneath the noonday sun.
She lookt and saw the King: he, statue-like,
A dull dead ashen-gray to the very lips,
Rose, stretching forth one hand, the carven arm
O' the seat, as he would crush it into dust,
Clutching with the other; she beheld his eyes
Dim on the sudden, thro' her tears or his,
And thought, "He loves me still, and let me die;
Knowing he loves me, I am glad to die!"
Then that one spake the irrevocable doom:
"The Queen hath plotted death for the kingdom's heir,
Hence ruin to the land; for whoso aims
At crown is foe to people: both are one.
So let her die the death!"
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