Since then she had sparkled through three glowing winters,

Admired, adored; but also so correct,

That she had puzzled all the acutest hinters,

Without the apparel of being circumspect:

They could not even glean the slightest splinters

From off the marble, which had no defect.

She had also snatched a moment since her marriage

To bear a son and heir—and one miscarriage.