And bade me kneel, and she would grant my boon
To half her fairy kingdom.
Could I paint
Her picture then! paint her voluptuous lip,
With its sweet curl of pride; the shaded eye
In its dark liquid lustre; the fair brow
With its light wandering veins, and raven braid
Contrasting with its whiteness; the faint blush
Upon her cheek, of maiden modesty,
And the rich outline, melting into grace,