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Fair as the north, whose sky and snows Give softest white and purest rose. The other—such soft shadows weave The sweet shapes of a southern eve. The fringed lashes darkly bend Where moon-beams and where meteors blend,— Eyes, full of danger and delight, Where softness and where fire unite.

Before the armed knight they stand, Then flashes forth his eager brand; So help him God! as he shall fight For honour and his lady's right; So help him God! as he shall be       True to his faith, his sword, and thee. She watched him while he swore—that queen So fair a knight had never seen—