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"I am but a peasant maiden, all unused to grand estate,
And for robes of silken splendor, dearest ladies, let me wait!"

Then the good queen, smiling brightly, from the wicker basket took
Lightest web of quaintest pattern, and its filmy folds outshook.

With her own white hand she laid it over Rena's golden hair,
And she cried, "Oh, look, my ladies! Ne'er before was bride so fair!"