And over her forehead her bright hair fell
Crisped in a thousand curls.
"'Your house is too plain,' said the proud old World,
'I'll build you one like mine:
Carpets of Brussels, and curtains of lace,
And furniture ever so fine.'
So he built her a costly and beautiful house—
Splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and her beautiful daughters dwelt there,
Gleaming in purple and gold;