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SHE came with garments scant and poor and thin, / And white feet gleaming bare; / With pallid smiles where April tears had been, / And snowflakes on her hair.
Oh, never -- Winter thought -- such gentle look / In all the land was seen! / From his gray locks the diadem he took / And crowned her as his queen.
And now, in silken robes and gems arrayed, / Fair Spring reigns in his stead.
Upon his throne she sits, the beggar maid -- / "Cophetua" is dead.