text:  But here is metal more attractive a young Saxon wife:-- "White as the chalky cliffs of Britain's isle Red as the highest-coloured Gallic wine Gay as all nature at the morning smile Those hues with pleasance on her lips combine; Her lips more red than summer evening's skies Or Phoebus rising in a frosty morn; Her breast more white than snow in fields that lies Or lily lambs that never have been shorn Swelling like bubbles in a boiling well Or new-burst brooklets gentling whispering in the dell * * * * * "Brown as the filbert dropping from the shell Brown as the nappy ale at Hocktide game-- So brown the crooked rings that neatly fell Over the neck of that all-beauteous dame