XL.

No coif encircling bound her beauteous head, No silken net her tresses rich confined, To mar the lustre which her glances shed; But ribands plain its wild luxuriance bind. She wore no jewels: streamed upon the wind A gauzy veil, with flowers of golden sheen Embroidered, floating gracefully behind, Her only ornament--yet form and mien Proclaimed her thus attired ’mongst hundred maids the queen.