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 Thee now upon a different theme, that must. If thou art the rock that mocks the iron's edge- Go home directly to the heart." This then, She said, removing a screen that careful hung Upon a drawing drawn to human size, "This than the text on which was vileness played- Vileness and grim perfidy by a king- One, not less worthy than thy sire," He started back, like one that meets at night- some frightful shape, while from his lips escaped, "Undone ! Undone !" The image over the wall To echo seemed Speechless he stood, and not The motion least his form betrayed, as if The picture walked out of its frame, So like Were they; for it was his. And knowest thou prince" She said, "the story of this piece which striges thee dumb Wich such a perfect beauty that, except Within thy glass, I trow, you never met ? At least I didn't; and so when first my eyes Lighted upon this drawing, which thy sire Sent as the bridegroom's and falsely sent- My very heart did weep for joy, and took The image in. Since then the vision sweet Haunted my thoughts, till last brought to this Court. Whom did I meet within the bridal room ? Oh ! Vilely done-they sire ! and at his sight Failed joy from me for ever. They say thou art A man of tender heart; now make amends For sins thy sire has done, or else no more గురుజాడలు