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Is dark as night. How musical her voice ! How graceful every movement ! She indeed, And she alone, is meet my Queen to be.
The Princess is in truth most fair, and seems As good as she is fair.a
O charming nymph, Daughter of Fairy-land? whose blushing cheek Glows like a petal of the lotus bud ; Some work of merit in a former state Which we have done, now bears its fated fruit, And in one lot our destinies unites. Still am I free : but thy consent accord, And, to my father's throne when I succeed, Thou, dearest Dwaymenau, with me shall sita-My Queen.
O mighty Prince, this may not be ; Our races differ, and our countries lie Wide as the poles asunder.aI was born In Fairy-land, a daughter of the king Who reigns in splendour o'er the Silver Hill ; I with no earthly monarch e'er will mate : Therefore, I pray your Highness, give me leave Back to my home and father to return.
Nay ! lovely gem, thou precious composite Of all things beautiful, thou shalt not thus My proffered love reject. With life alone Will I so rare a pearl consent to lose !Nay ! lovely gem, thou precious composite Of all things beautiful, thou shalt not thus My proffered love reject. With life alone Will I so rare a pearl consent to lose !