HER arms across her breast she laid; She was more fair than words can say; Barefooted came the beggar maid Before the king Cophetua. In robe and crown the king stept down, To meet and greet her on her way; 'It is no wonder,' said the lords, 'She is more beautiful than day.' As shines the moon in clouded skies, She in her poor attire was seen; One praised her ankles, one her eyes, One her dark hair and lovesome mien. So sweet a face, such angel grace, In all that land had never been. Cophetua sware a royal oath: 'This beggar maid shall be my queen!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD |