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Promptly the city was prepared, Summon'd to arms the royal guard Were bade their strength and bearing show To awe, but not attack the foe Till further orders. Last of all She called her council to the hall. She enter'd; it was strange to see How soon such utter change could be. Pale as if lip and cheek had grown Sudden to monumental stone, So fix'd, that, but the lighted eye Show'd it had yet to close and die, It was like the last sleep of death, When hue, warmth, light, have pass'd with breath. Hurriedly had been thrown aside The silver robes that deck'd the bride;