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Came, as fair as came
One who bore her name
(She that broke as flame
From the swan-shell white),
Crowned with tender hair
Only, but more fair
Than all queens that were
Themes of oldworld fight,
Of your flowers the third
Bud, or new-fledged bird
In your hearts’ nest heard
Murmuring like a dove
Bright as those that drew
Over waves where blew
No loud wind the blue
Heaven-hued car of love.
Not the glorious grace
Even of that one face
Potent to displace
All the towers of Troy
Surely shone more clear
Once with childlike cheer
Than this child’s face here
Now with living joy.
After these again
Here in April’s train
Breaks the bloom of twain
Blossoms in one birth
