With gliding veil in dark wood Unknown woman years stood Beheld the way-strayed King, Fuddled in his amorous ring. Undressed her backward view He saw and cloth tried to give. To extend hand, to touch skin Were his ideas her heart to win. The glory and kingdom I shun, In search of true queen do runn. Noble thou look, on thee I dote, He handed and lines did quote. She fell and into pieces broke Just as he touched as a crock. In fright chest began to heave, Come to senses - he withdrew. The sedate King lost in thought; Beauty, the volant veil brought? Put life in an immovable queen, Fostered feeling wind unseen?