For his chiefs and his captains bowed low at his word,
And the feast was right royal that burden’d the board.
Lo! light as a star thro’ a gathered cloud stealing,
What spirit glanced in ’mid the guard at the door?
Their stern bands divide, a fair figure revealing;
She bounds, in her beauty, the dim threshold o’er.
Her dark eyes are lovely with tenderest truth;
The bloom on her cheek is the blossom of youth;
And the smile, that steals thro’ it, is rich with the ray
Of a heart full of love and of innocent play.