I will not, Stranger! said the fair narrator,
Tax your attention with events unneedful,
The Court's distress, the sorrow of the King,
The Bride's, th'unwedded Bride's, forlorn distraction.
Long tedious months led round their joyless suns,
Ere comfort beam'd upon her widow'd heart;
Nor  till, at the tomb of her lost Lord,
Her solemn vows she made, never to hear
A lover's soothing tale; but, in virginity
Perpetual, wait the hour that should unite
Her faithful spirit with her murder'd Lord's.