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THE GOLDEN VIOLET.
Eager she gazed where the queen stood beside,
Her hands stretch'd to her own fair boy, and died.
And thus the babe was left without a name,
Child of the Sea, without a kindred claim:
He never felt the want; that gentle queen
Nurtured his infancy, as though he had been
The brother of her own sweet Isabelle;
But as he grew she thought it need to tell
His history, and gave the cloak whose fold
Was heavy with rich work and broider'd gold;
And also gave his mother's carkanet,
With precious stones in regal order set.
In truth he was well worthy of her care;
None of the court might match his princely air,
And those who boasted of their bearing high
Quail'd at the flashing of his falcon eye.
