Feeling your pain to be greater than all else
Greater, even, than that most regal, the pain
Of a Queen, you cast yourself out, and, time again,
Defied the awful blessing of a man's
Freedom, and returned. Since begging for leave
To put an end to dragons, or chart the wilds
Of the North--you cared not what! In time, what could
It have mattered? What?--you, riding home, your chest
Adorned, your valorous gifts all useless as they
Could stop not your inevitable return, could change
Not that the palace of your unspeakable longings
Was the only guard you wished to touch. Your beauty,

What easily surpassed such women all your years
Found tragic match and mate in only one Queen's tears.