Then young Elizabeth the Moon, leading her Pleiades!
Their robes were shot with thread of gold that into blossom broke,
And jewels darkling in their hair at every motion woke—
Yolinda, Bertrade, Thekla, Brune, Bertilla, Hildegarde,
And Kinga, tallest of the seven, and by her side the bard,
Gray Vogelweide, the lyric swan, telling with flash of youth,
How once he stood against the world for Hungary and truth—
How singing in this knightly hall, circled by courtly throng,
He fought the star of Austria in Wartburg’s War of Song.
Then the young sovereign Lewis and his guests swept glowing in—