classic poetry
The Beggar Maid By Alfred Lord Tennyson
    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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