She holds a lily in her hand, br Where long ranks of Angels stand, br A silver lily for her wand. br br All her hair falls sweeping down; br Her hair that is a golden brown, br A crown beneath her golden crown. br br Blooms a rose-bush at her knee, br Good to smell and good to see: br It bears a rose for her, for me; br br Her rose a blossom richly grown, br My rose a bud not fully blown, br But sure one day to be mine own.