Such was the end of Aude the beautiful.

The King, in hope 'tis but a swoon, with tears

And pity taking both her hands, uplifts

Her form; the head upon the shoulders sinks.

As soon as Carle knows it is death indeed,

Four countesses he summons, bids them bear

In haste the Lady to a nunnery.——

All night they watched the body, and at morn

Beside a shrine gently she was entombed

With highest honors by the King's command.

Aoi.