[W.M.]
Most-like it was this kingly lad
Spake out of the pure joy he had
In his child-heart of the wee maid
Whose eerie beauty sudden laid
A spell upon him, and his words
Burst as a song of any bird's:—
A peerless Princess thou shalt be,
Through wit of love's rare sorcery:
To crown the crown of thy gold hair