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Her scarf of a beautiful violet die,
And her girdle of pearl had a lustre so high
That it dazzl'd the eye to behold.
On her little white foot a slight sandal was bound,
With a binding of scarlet and green;
And her step was so graceful, without any sound —
And her leg had the prettiest tapering round
That ever his eyes had seen.
And he gaz'd on her person, so airy and light,
With a mix'd admiration and awe ;
And her large hazel eyes look'd so winning and bright.
And her bosom and neck were so lovely and white.
That he could not his eyes withdraw.
And onward she came till she stood on the sand,
At the base of the castle so high,
And kissing and waving her fair lily hand.
She look'd up to the Knight with a smile so bland.
That he utter'd a deep, deep sigh.
And the heart in his bosom all flutter'd and glow'd,
For he ne'er such a beauty had seen ;
Yet her walking the water seem'd wondrous odd,
And the tresses around her fair temples that flow'd.
Were a beautiful light sea-green.
But yet they were glossy and finely disposed,
And did suit her complexion so well.
That had they been other, her beauty had lost —
And the fillet that bound them was richly embossed
With figures in coral and shell.
And the Lady look'd up, and Sir Ewart look'd down,
Till her glances o'ermaster'd him so,
That, though gallant as Csesar, he blush'd like a clown,
And he felt that his heart was no longer his own,
But away to the Lady below.
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