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The Ladye ,—the same Bright vision that with their greeting came Maidens four stood behind her chair, Each one was young, and each one fair; Yet they were but as the stars at night When the moon shines forth in her fullness of light On the knot of her wreathed hair was set A blood-red ruby coronet; But among the midnight cloud of curls That hung o'er her brow were eastern pearls, As if to tell their wealth of snow, How white her forehead could look below. Around her floated a veil of white, Like the silvery rack round the star of twilight; And down to the ground her mantle's fold Spread its length of purple and gold;