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"Ah what could the Lady's beauty match An it were not the Lady's pride."

ladye of the festive board Was ward to the castle's absent lord; The Ladye Adeline—the same Bright vision that with their greeting came. On the knot of her wreathed hair was set A blood-red ruby coronet: And pearls the orient and the rare, Braided the folds of her raven hair; White they were, but their stainless snow Was dim to the forehead that shone below. Around her floated a veil of white, Like the silvery rack round the star of twilight. But yet there was mid her excess Of bright and dazzling loveliness, A something in the eye and hand, And forehead speaking of command: An eye whose dark flash seemed allied To even more than beauty's pride;—