The Clothes

The roses on the emerald leas,
Provided secret scarlet dyes,
And savage herbs fresh squeezed and wrung,
Were patches on the shoulder spots;
And almond blooms hung at thy waist,
And soft knit were thy sleeves of green,
Of wool of lambs, the carded thread,
And thy neck was gilt from side to side;
With gleaming lines of metallic make,
And fine wrought chains that limply swung,
The pendant coins and hammered wealth,
Bestowed a goodly majesty
Upon his highness at fifteen years.
Thy silken hair was brushed and bound,
And interwove with strings aglow,
And perfumed breeze, and streaks of light;
So that the maidens laughed and pointed,
And called thee fair, and kissed thy cheeks,
Until the castle trees were felled,
And younger blooms were snipped away.

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