But there sat she, upon her throne
And rested upon her brow was
a frown. And further still a glimmer be
In that eye that does see me.
And who was it that she beheld:
Mere man, mere mortal coil to be felled?
Now sat at her knee by command and decree,
Was a black sheep in love with thee.

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