“O humble soul—they have no need
For such as thee. Her maidens there,
Faithful attendants, wait her will,
Arrange the wreath on her bright hair,
Heaping her dowry very high,
They’ll seat thy daughter as a queen,
They’ll robe her as a lady fair.”
MOONLIGHT[[57]]
“Light o’ the moon, shine out, shine out,
Round as the wheel of a mill.