Upon the turrets standing
was many a winsome maid.
Then spake the queen: “Doth any
know who be these,” she said,
“Whom I see sailing hither
from o’er the sea so far?
Their sails be richly woven—
whiter than snow they are.”
Upon the turrets standing
was many a winsome maid.
Then spake the queen: “Doth any
know who be these,” she said,
“Whom I see sailing hither
from o’er the sea so far?
Their sails be richly woven—
whiter than snow they are.”