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“ She sat in her bower, with eyes of flame,
(My sorrow is known to God alone.)
Bending over the broidery frame,
(And oh there liveth none to whom my sorrow may be told.)
And where the red gold ought to shine,
She broiders there wi' the silken twine.
And where the silken twine should be,
She lays the golden broiderie.
In they come to the Queen so fair:--
'Proud HELLA so wildly is broidering there.'
The Queen she wrapt her furs around:
Strode on till HELLALYLE she found. ”