Chapter 136 No.136

The monarch o'er the siren hung,

And beat the measure as she sung;

And, pressing closer and more near,

He whispered praises in her ear.

In loud applause the courtiers vied,

And ladies winked and spoke aside.

The witching dame to Marmion threw

A glance, where seemed to reign

The pride that claims applauses due,

And of her