A saint within her halo

A saint within her halo,

A lady in her tower,

All that human speech contains

Of grace and of love.

The golden note by which one hears

The horn in the depths of the woods,

Married to the tender pride

Of the noble ladies of the past;

With this emblematic charm:

A fresh, triumphant smile,

Revealed with the candor of a swan

And the blush of a woman-child,

Of pearly appearance, white and pink;

A gentle aristocratic harmony.

I see, I hear all these things

In your Carolingian name.