Was she a woman there of virtue blessed
Or yet some lumen born of beauty’s light,
A gloried sylph by wealth and fame caressed,
A princess praised above by courtly might?
No, she was none of these I will assure
Yet still a woman good, yes through and through;
Of any faulty praise she would demure,
No hint of stern rebuke would she imbue.
She feared not love and ever weathered hate,
Her daily actions always duty bound,
Content to bear the changing bonds of fate,
To live and love upon the middling ground.
A consort of the soul to stay the course
And be sound comfort, be things well or worse.
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