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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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But in the wretched company
There was one dainty thing:
A maiden, white as still moonlight,
Who rode beside the king.
Her hands were full of apple-flowers
Plucked in the country lanes;
Her little feet, like lilies sweet,
O'erlaced with violet veins,
Hung down beneath her tattered dress;
A bank of lilies, showed
Her shoulders fair; her dusky hair
Down to her girdle flowed.
Up spoke the haughty Beggar King:
"I want no parleying word!
Bid come to me, right speedily,
The emperor, your Lord!"
Wide open flew the city-gate!
Out rode the emperor bold;
His war-horse pranced and lightly danced
Upon his hoofs of gold.
"What wouldest thou, O Beggar King!
What wouldest thou with me?
For all the gold the town doth hold
Would not suffice for thee."
"Beholdest thou my daughter dear,
O emperor! by my side?
Though wild the rose, it sweetly grows,
And she shall be thy bride,
"And thou shalt seat her on thy throne
When thou thy troth hast pledged,
Her beauty grace with gems and lace,
And robes with ermine edged;
"Or else, on thee, O emperor!
Like locusts we'll come down,
And naught that's fair or rich or rare
We'll leave within the town!
"The children all shall lack for food,
And the lords and ladies pine;
For we will eat your dainties sweet,
And drink your red old wine!
"Now, what say'st thou, O emperor? —
Wed thou mv daughter dear,
To-morrow day, by dawning gray,
Thy borders shall be clear."
The emperor looked upon the maid:
She shyly dropped her head;
Her apple-flowers fell down in showers,
Her soft white cheeks grew red.
The emperor loved her at the sight:
"I take your terms!" cried he;
"Nor wilt thou fear, O maiden dear!
To wed to-night with me?"
Her long, dark lashes swept her cheek;
A word she could not find,
For to and fro her thoughts did blow,
Like lilies in a wind.
She toward him reached her little hand,
Then – drew it back again;
She smiled and sighed – all satisfied,
He grasped her bridle-rein.
Then clattered courtiers thro' the street,
Fast ran the folk, I ween,
And under feet strewed roses sweet,
And boughs of apple-green.
The emperor, on his gold-shod horse,
Came pacing thro' the town,
And by his side his timid bride
Rode in her tattered gown.
A crocus-broidered petticoat,
Robes stiff with threads of gold,
The maids found soon, and satin shoon,
And lace in spices rolled.
They led the trembling beggar-maid
All gently up the stair,
Thro' golden doors with sills of flowers,
Into a chamber fair.
They loosed from her her faded gear;
They kissed her gentle face;
From head to feet clad her so sweet
In linen fine and lace;
They clasped her golden-threaded robe —
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