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Then fiercer than longing came the fear.
I didn't stir or dare to call
to her: wide-eyed and silent as a hawk
in a great hall I waited there.
I knew that what I saw was spirit
and I feared for what might follow –
that within my sight she'd disappear
before I could come close to her.
So smooth, so small, so delicate,
this graceful, innocent girl now rose
before me in her royal robes,
a precious creature set with pearls.
in a setting of jewels fit for a queen
this child as fresh as a lily-flower
stepped downward towards the stream.
The fine white linen she wore seemed woven
with light and where its sides hung open
was laced with borders of pearls far paler
and prettier than any I'd seen before.
The sleeves of her robe fell long and low,
stitched in with double rows of pearls;
her skirts of the same fine linen were trimmed
and seeded all over with precious gems.