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Now she paces a palace-hall;
Lords and ladies await her ca!l,—
Wearily Leonor turns from all.
            Haughty Leonor!

Leonor lies on a couch of down;
The jewel-light of a ducal crown
Gleams through her tresses of sunlit brown.
            Beautiful Leonor

Leonor's robe is a tissue of gold,
Flashing with splendor in every fold;
Bracelets of gems on her arms are roll'd.
            Radiant Leonor!

Diamonds sparkle in Leonor's zone,
With a star-like glory in every stone;
But the heart they smile over is cold and lone.
            Joyless Leonor!

To be free once more she would give them all,—
The crown, the couch, and the sculptured hall,
And the robe with its rich and shining fall.
            Poor, poor Leonor!