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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 ; 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.