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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

The Beggar Maid

Here's another poem I love.

Enjoy...

Love EJ


The Beggar Maid
by Alfred Tennyson

Her arms across her breast she laid;
She was more fair than words can say:
Bare-footed came a beggar maid
Before the king of Cophetua.
In robe and crown the king stept down,
To meet and greet her on her way;
'It is no wonder,' said the lords,
'She is more beautiful than day.'

As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen:
One praised her ankles, one her eyes,
One her dark hair and lovesome mien.
So sweet a face, such angel grace,
In all that land had never been:
Cophetua swore a royal oath:
'This beggar maid shall be my queen!'

Source: The Beggar Maid