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THE HOUSE OF CARDS (Continued) All the talk of dining, wining, Discontented people whining, All my pretty houses scatter, All my noble castles scatter.

See from out yon casement shady, Leans a fair and lovely lady. Gems and jewels flashing, gleaming. 'Tis the queen of diamonds dreaming. She is sad and somewhat lonely, All she lost in loving only Riches, games were all her passion, She is mourning in her fashion. See, she leans, her casement gracing, Watching yonder dark king pacing Up and down the paths beneath her. Does she dream he'll kneel, entreat her Into love with serenading, At her coldness stay upbraiding? Ah, she wots not he is sighing, Only is his fond heart sighing For dark eyes and nut-brown tresses. 'Tis not she his love-thought blesses. [97]