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Her name is as a word of old romance / That thrills a careless reader out of sleep.
Love and old art, and all things pure and deep / Attend on her to honour her advance --
The brave old wars where bearded heroes prance, / The courtly mien that private virtues keep --
Her name is as a word of old romance.
Peer has she none in England or in France, / So well she knows to rouse dull souls [from sleep]
So deftly can she comfort those that weep / And put kind thought and comfort in a glance.
Her name is like a [word of old romance.]