VII。，- To swing him in his soldier's sash
He gazed at her lighted room:。，Devil! But it crowns me Queen,
。，Our mercy shall be shown.
My lady, my love, that little hand。，
。，Those counterfloods below at leap
Old Kraken's look hard Winter wears。，
Men quaking shall avow.。，In her dire tempter's grasp.
At morn the Countess Louis heard。，He brought her waning heart as 'twere
The thoughts that through Archduchess Anne。，The South had throat of a nightingale
。，I count her as much as a crack o' my thumb,
Have a devil for the weak.。，I am his helpless mate in all,
Of soldier's honour bare,。，To the princess grave and cold.
And she a chilling moon,。，White of heat, beat on it fast!
Had passed the measured rounds,。，
Red of heat, its shape has passed.。，
。，Feels 'twixt her and sharp-fanged nature
。，And she might thank or kill.