The Beggar Maid by Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

Her arms across her breast she laid;~ She was more fair than words can say;~ Barefooted came the beggar maid~ Before the king Cophetua.~ In robe and crown the king stept down,~ To meet and greet her on her way;~ ‘It is no wonder,’ said the lords,~ She is more beautiful than day.’~ As shines the moon in clouded skies,~ She in her poor attire was seen;~ One praised her ankles, one her eyes,~ One her dark hair and lovesome mien.~ So sweet a face, such angel grace,~ In all that land had never been.~ Cophetua sware a royal oath:~ ‘This beggar maid shall be my queen!’