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Rh By chance, near the Queen her sherbet did sip A lady, the fairest of all; In shivers the cup fell dashed from her lip,— Ah me, what a terrible fall! Such carelessness! drest In her gala vest! Sped the lady without more delay To the palace end quickly away.

The page as back on his errand he flew, In trouble the fair lady met; Both page and lady, though none of them knew, Their hearts on each other had set. O joy and delight! O fortunate plight! How they fell upon each other's breast! How they kissed and embraced and caressed;

Now severed at last and parted are they! To her room the fair lady ran, Back to the Queen sped the page on his way, Past many a dagger and fan. His vest by the Queen All spotted was seen; From her eyes there was nothing to hide, With the famed Queen of Sheba she vied.

The palace duenna she called aside: "You said in our late wordy war,— And arguments stout and stiff you applied,— That spirit acts not from afar; In presence alone Its traces are shown. But nothing can work from afar,— No, not even a heavenlv star.