A saint enhaloed

A saint enhaloed,

Milady in the castle tower,

all that human words can express

of grace and love;

The golden note

of a horn blown far off in the woods,

wedded to the tender pride

of noble ladies of olden days;

With that the signal charm

of a fresh, triumphant smile

born of a swan's whiteness

and a woman-child's blush;

White and rose aspects of mother-of-pearl,

sweet patrician accord.

All this I see and hear

in your Carolingian name.