LVII + 

O leave the palm to wither by itself; + 

Let not quick Winter chill its dying hour!⁠— + 

It may not be⁠—those Baälites of pelf, + 

Her brethren, noted the continual shower + 

From her dead eyes: and many a curious elf, + 

Among her kindred, wonder’d that such dower + 

Of youth and beauty should be thrown aside + 

By one mark’d out to be a Noble’s bride. + 