“In dim samite was she bedight,
And on her hair a hoop of gold,
Like foxfire, in the tawn moonlight,
Was glimmering cold.
With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered;
With soft red lips she sang a song:
What knight might gaze upon her face,
Nor fare along? … “
(Source: celtic-twilight.com)
“In dim samite was she bedight, And on her hair a hoop of gold, Like foxfire, in the tawn moonlight, Was glimmering...
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