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  "Now welcome, fair, to thee, Fair flower of Provence minstrelsy." Came a lovely lady in place, Like the twilight star in her pensive grace. White daisies were wreathed in the dark brown shade Of her tresses, parted in simple braid: Her long eyelash was the shadow of night, And the eye beneath was the morning bright; For its colour was that of the diamond dew Which hath caught from the glancing light its hue; 