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In costumes of that simpler age they came,That gave the limbs large play, and wrapt the formIn easy folds, yet bright with glowing huesAs suited holidays. All hastened onTo that glad bridal. There already stoodThe priest prepared to say the spousal rite,And there the harpers in due order sat,And there the singers. Sella, midst them all,Moved strangely and serenely beautiful,With clear blue eyes, fair locks, and brow and cheekColorless as the lily of the lakes,Yet moulded to such shape as artists giveTo beings of immortal youth. Her handsHad decked her sister for the bridal hourWith chosen flowers, and lawn whose delicate threadsVied with the spider's spinning. There she stoodWith such a gentle pleasure in her looks
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