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Rh Came, as fair as came One who bore her name (She that broke as flame From the swan-shell white), Crowned with tender hair Only, but more fair Than all queens that were Themes of oldworld fight,

Of your flowers the third Bud, or new-fledged bird In your hearts’ nest heard Murmuring like a dove Bright as those that drew Over waves where blew No loud wind the blue Heaven-hued car of love.

Not the glorious grace Even of that one face Potent to displace All the towers of Troy Surely shone more clear Once with childlike cheer Than this child’s face here Now with living joy.

After these again Here in April’s train Breaks the bloom of twain Blossoms in one birth