Where slept a maid, the daughter of the king,
Like any deathless goddess fair and bright,
Nausicaa....
... “Nausicaa,” said she, “why
Thus idly does your mother’s daughter lie,
The garments wrought with bright embroideries
Unheeded? yet your wedding-day draws nigh;
When clad in goodly raiment you must go,
And on your marriage train the like bestow.
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