Yesterday was her last day, .
That she begged for alms, gay, all day.
None could say that day,
She would the Queen next day.
Dazzling crest on her head,
Radiant in her royal robes,
Brilliant were her eyes so blue,
Indeed, she seemed born blood blue.
Laymen, courtiers hailed,
Lasses of jealousy vailed,
The king so plesantly trailed,
His hearthrob he bailed.
This was written two years back, to satisfy my daughter's yelling to jot down a few lines in her composition, as directed in her Class 10 English Text, in which Lord Tennyson's Beggar Maid was a part of English Text.
Wow. Unfamiliar with the Tennyson piece for which you wrote this, I must say it is very interesting, fascinating, and consequently, rather intriguing. The begger elevated to royal honour....marvelous, and seemingly reminiscent of Cinderella and so many other fairytales. You rendered it delightfully in rhymed quatrains. What a kind father! I quite enjoyed this!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
classical touch is there. marks 10