  Trespassers will be prosecuted,—so Announced the inhospitable notice-board; But silver-clear as any lady’s word Come in, in, in, come in, now rich and low, Now with tumultuous palpitating flow, I swear by ring of Canace I heard. “Sure,” said I, “this is no brown-breasted bird, But some fair princess, lost an age ago Through stepdame’s cursed spell, till the saints brought her Who but myself, the knight foredoomed of grace.” Alas! poor knight, in all that cockney place You found no magic, save one radiant sight, The huge, obstreperous house-keeper’s granddaughter, A child with eyes of pure ethereal light. |
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