These might have been her destiny—but no—

Our hearts deny it: and so young, so fair,

Good without effort, great without a foe;

But now a Bride and Mother—and now there!

How many ties did that stern moment tear!

From thy Sire's to his humblest subject's breast

Is linked the electric chain of that despair,

Whose shock was as an Earthquake's,[538] and opprest

The land which loved thee so that none could love thee best.