Robes stiff with threads of gold,
The maids found soon, and satin shoon,
And lace in spices rolled.
They led the trembling beggar-maid
All gently up the stair,
Thro' golden doors with sills of flowers,
Into a chamber fair.
They loosed from her her faded gear;
They kissed her gentle face;
From head to feet clad her so sweet