The Beggar Maid <br /> <br />Her arms across her breast she laid; <br /> She was more fair than words can say; <br />Barefooted came the beggar maid <br /> Before the king Cophetua. <br />In robe and crown the king stept down, <br /> To meet and greet her on her way; <br />‘It is no wonder,’ said the lords, <br /> ‘She is more beautiful than day.’ <br /> <br />As shines the moon in clouded skies, <br /> She in her poor attire was seen; <br />One praised her ankles, one her eyes, <br /> One her dark hair and lovesome mien. <br />So sweet a face, such angel grace, <br /> In all that land had never been. <br />Cophetua sware a royal oath: <br /> ‘This beggar maid shall be my queen!’<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beggar-maid/
