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Iam a beggar maiden,I sleep beneath a thorn,At night my tree is thick with stars,I see the slender hornOf the young moon,I see the cleanEssential light of morn.The King Cophetua and his QueenRide by disdainfully;He glitters like a dragonfly,A scornful mouth has she—A curled red leaf—Yet she was onceA beggar maid like me.The spearmen ride before them.My path no mortal knows;A ruby smoulders on her brow,My thicket yields a rose.Dance, dusty feet!I’m glad I’m notThe maid Cophetua chose.
Iam a beggar maiden,I sleep beneath a thorn,At night my tree is thick with stars,I see the slender hornOf the young moon,I see the cleanEssential light of morn.The King Cophetua and his QueenRide by disdainfully;He glitters like a dragonfly,A scornful mouth has she—A curled red leaf—Yet she was onceA beggar maid like me.The spearmen ride before them.My path no mortal knows;A ruby smoulders on her brow,My thicket yields a rose.Dance, dusty feet!I’m glad I’m notThe maid Cophetua chose.
Iam a beggar maiden,I sleep beneath a thorn,At night my tree is thick with stars,I see the slender hornOf the young moon,I see the cleanEssential light of morn.
The King Cophetua and his QueenRide by disdainfully;He glitters like a dragonfly,A scornful mouth has she—A curled red leaf—Yet she was onceA beggar maid like me.
The spearmen ride before them.My path no mortal knows;A ruby smoulders on her brow,My thicket yields a rose.Dance, dusty feet!I’m glad I’m notThe maid Cophetua chose.