more than i liked did my fear rise.
stock still i stood and dared not call;
with lips close shut and watchful eyes,
i stood as quiet as hawk in hall.
i thought her a spirit from the skies;
i doubted what thing might befall;
if to escape me now she tries,
how shall my voice her flight forestall?
then graciously and gay withal,
in royal robes, so sweet, so slight,
she rose, so modest and so small,
that precious one in pearls bedight.
pearl bedight full royally,
adown the bank with merry mien,
came the maiden, fresh as fleur-de-lys.
her surcoat linen must have been
shining in whitest purity,
slashed at the sides and caught between
with the fairest pearls, it seemed to me,
that ever yet mine eyes had seen;
with large folds falling loose, i ween,
arrayed with double pearls, her white
kirtle, of the same linen sheen,
with precious pearls all round was dight.
a crown with pearls bedight, the girl
was wearing, and no other stone;
high pinnacled of clear white pearl,
wrought as if pearls to flowers were grown.
no band nor fillet else did furl
the long locks all about her thrown.
her air demure as duke or earl,
her hue more white than walrus-bone;
like sheer gold thread the bright hair strown
loose on her shoulders, lying light.
her colour took a deeper tone
with bordering pearls so fair bedight.
bedight was every hem, and bound,
at wrists, sides, and each aperture,
with pearls the whitest ever found,—
white all her brave investiture;
but a wondrous pearl, a flawless round,
upon her breast was set full sure;
a man's mind it might well astound,
and all his wits to madness lure.
i thought that no tongue might endure
fully to tell of that sweet sight,
so was it perfect, clear and pure,
that precious pearl with pearls bedight.
bedight in pearls, lest my joy cease,
that lovely one came down the shore;
the gladdest man from here to greece,
the eagerest, was i, therefore;
she was nearer kin than aunt or niece,
and thus my joy was much the more.
she spoke to me for my soul's peace,
courtesied with her quaint woman's lore,
caught off the shining crown she wore,
and greeted me with glance alight.
i blessed my birth; my bliss brimmed o'er
to answer her in pearls bedight.
