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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - Sonnet IX
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TO THE COUNTESS HELÉNE ZAVADOWSKY.

WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown 
In Gothic Westminster`s long-hallow`d walls, 
The eye upon no lovelier sight look`d down 
Than thou, fair Russian! Memory still recalls 
The soft light of thy sapphire-colour`d eyes, 
The rich twine of thy simply-braided hair, 
And the low murmur of the crowd`s surprise 
To see thee pass along so strangely fair. 
Nor didst thou charm by looks and smiles alone,-- 
Thy "broken English" had its share of grace; 
For something in thy accent and thy tone 
So match`d the beauty of thy gentle face, 
We seem`d to hear our old familiar words 
Set to some foreign lute or harp`s melodious chords!
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