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Her maids await her; on her bed she falls,
That bed of joy where erst her lord hath press'd:
" Ah, woman's fear! " she cried, " Ah, cursed duke!
" Ah, my dear lord! ah, wretched Eleanor!

" My lord was like a flower upon the brows
" Of lusty May! Ah, life as frail as flower!
" O ghastly death! withdraw thy cruel hand,
" Seek'st thou that flower to deck thy horrid temples?

" My lord was like a star in highest heaven
" Drawn down to earth by spells and wickedness;
" My lord was like the opening eyes of day,
" When western winds creep softly o'er the flowers.

" But he is darken'd; like the summer's noon
" Clouded; fall'n like the stately tree, cut down;
" The breath of heaven dwelt among his leaves.
" O Eleanor, weak woman, fill'd with woe!"

Thus having spoke, she raised up her head,
And saw the bloody napkin by her side,
Which in her arms she brought; and how, tenfold
More terrified, saw it unfold itself.