  IN her castle by the sea Dwelt the daughter of the king; Sweet and beautiful was she As a morn in Spring. Lovers had she, young and old, Princes foolish, princes wise, Lured by all the love untold In her tender eyes. By her window in the tower Once she sat and listened long— Fairer she than any flower That inspires a song! Far below her, in his boat, Sang the poet, and her name Soaring in a silver note Through the window came. Just a simple lyric, yet Fashioned with such perfect art Nevermore could she forget How it thrilled her heart. She will never wed a prince, Though the king’s own choice he were; Life holds something dearer since Love’s self sang to her. Frank Dempster Sherman. |
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