XI
Guldemar heard. There went a tinkling
Like little heavenly bells, and soft singing,
A pleasant smell like violet-woods in spring
Was wafted from the princess' silks astir.
First came the mincing pages, finely dressed,
Then walking all alone the king's sister,
And in her beauty one forgot the rest.
Like little heavenly bells, and soft singing,
A pleasant smell like violet-woods in spring
Was wafted from the princess' silks astir.
First came the mincing pages, finely dressed,
Then walking all alone the king's sister,
And in her beauty one forgot the rest.
XII
And every knight and every troubadour
Had given to Isobel great beauty's palm.
Only the queen her sister, pale and calm,
Could claim a beauty near to Isobel's.
She came entrancing down the marble stair,
Her glad wide eyes as blue as asphodels,
And the imprisoned sunlight in her hair.
Had given to Isobel great beauty's palm.
Only the queen her sister, pale and calm,
Could claim a beauty near to Isobel's.
She came entrancing down the marble stair,
Her glad wide eyes as blue as asphodels,
And the imprisoned sunlight in her hair.
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