The neck that made that white robe wan,
Her stately neck, and arms were bare;
Her blue-vein'd feet unsandal'd were;
And wildly glitter'd here and there
The gems entangled in her hair.
I guess,'twas frightful there to see
A lady so richly clad as she—
Beautiful exceedingly!
"Mary mother, save me now!"
(Said Christabel), "And who art thou?"