And therewithal one came and seized on her,
And Enid started, waking, with her heart
All overshadow’d by the foolish dream, 675
And lo! it was her mother grasping her
To get her well awake: and in her hand
A suit of bright apparel, which she laid
Flat on the couch, and spoke exultingly:
“See here, my child, how fresh the colours look, 680
How fast they hold like colours of a shell
That keeps the wear and polish of the wave!