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 And a kingly blood sends glances up her princely eye to trouble, And the shadow of a monarch’s crown, is softened in her hair. She has halls and she has castles, and the resonant steam-eagles Follow far on the directing of her floating done-like hand—— With a thundrous vapour trailing, underneath the starry vigils, So to mark upon the blasted heaven, the measure of her land. There are none of England’s daughters, who can show a prouder presence; Upon princely suitors suing, she has looked in her disdain: She was sprung of English nobles, I was born of English peasants; What was I that I should love her—save for feeling of the pain!