And Enid listen’d brightening as she lay;
Then, as the white and glittering star of morn
Parts from a bank of snow, and by and by 735
Slips into golden cloud, the maiden rose,
And left her maiden couch, and robed herself,
Help’d by the mother’s careful hand and eye,
Without a mirror, in the gorgeous gown;
Who, after, turn’d her daughter round and said, 740
She never yet had seen her half so fair;
And call’d her like that maiden in the tale,