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Most-like it was this kingly lad / Spake out of the pure joy he had / In his child-heart of the wee maid / Whose eerie beauty sudden laid / A spell upon him, and his words / Burst as a song of any bird's: --
A peerless Princess thou shalt be, / Through wit of love's rare sorcery: / To crown the crown of thy gold hair / Thou shalt have rubies, bleeding there / Their crimson splendor midst the marred / Pulp of great pearls, and afterward