Now!
Her brown hair knew no royal crest, No gems nor jeweled charms, No roses her bright cheek caressed, No lilies kissed her arms. In simple, modest womanhood Clad, as was meet, in white, The fairest flower of all, she stood Amid the softest light. It had been worth a perilous quest To see the court she drew,-- My rose, my gem, my royal crest, My lily moist with dew; Worth heaven, when, with farewells from each The gay throng let us be, To see her turn at last and reach Her white hands out to me.
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