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"The King's abroad to hunt and thou art fair."
"Fool!" thought the prince as on he rushed, "to breed
Such thought like this.

But at his sight up rose
Chittrangi, once his bride destined but whom
A father's love his mother made, and said,
"O Sir what favour this ! sooner we though
Could sampang blooms invite the bee, than thee
These mansions poor. Pray seat thyself upon
This silken throne." She slowly washed his feet
With waters pure in golden vessels held,
And washing, "Many a way the presence here
This day, gives bundless joy to me. They sire
To try his aged strength in youthful sports,
To hunt is gone; and in thy beauteous form
I see the king to lusty youth transformed."
Then softly pressing dry with robes she wore
His feet, with smile on lip and blush on cheek,
"What interest one may feel in these, that once
Was bride destined?"
Then flashed through the Prince's mind.
"The King's abroad to hunt and art fair."
But yet he thought "That may not be."
And she went on, "To whom but one beloved
I pride would feel to show my pleasure groves
The talk of the world ? Pray rise and come.
And thou shalt see a hundred fountains leap
Bright in the morning sun, and Nature fair
All night in calm repose now gives herself
To mirth and jollity."