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 HE fairy queen Cophetua Went out one summer day ; She saw a little beggar lad Asleep upon the way. His feet were torn with many thorns, His hands like dead hands lay, And here and there across his cheek A drowsy tear did stray. The fairy queen Cophetua, She knelt beside his head, And raised it on her royal lap As on a mossy bed. She felt a breath of deep repose Steal through his troubled sleep ; And then the queen Cophetua Did softly 'plain and weep :