Classic Poem

A crown that maiden wore, bedight
with margarites, and no stone else;
high pinnacled with clear white pearls,
with figured flowers wrought thereon.
No other tire was on her head;
her hair, too, hung about her neck;
her look was grave, as duke's or earl's;
whiter than whale-bone was her hue.
Bright as clear gold her tresses shone,
loose on her shoulders they softly lay;
her glowing beauty had no lack
of precious pearls on broid'ry dight.