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The Beggar Maid

         
      Her arms across her breast she laid;
         She was more fair than words can say;
      Barefooted came the beggar maid
         Before the king Cophetua.
      In robe and crown the king stept down,
         To meet and greet her on her way;
      ‘It is no wonder,’ said the lords,
         ‘She is more beautiful than day.’

      As shines the moon in clouded skies,
         She in her poor attire was seen;
      One praised her ankles, one her eyes,
         One her dark hair and lovesome mien.
      So sweet a face, such angel grace,
         In all that land had never been.
      Cophetua sware a royal oath:
         ‘This beggar maid shall be my queen!’
       


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