Her Arms Across Her Breast She Laid; She Was More Fair Than Words Can Say; Barefooted Came The Beggar Maid Before The King Cophetua. In Robe And Crown The King Stept Down, To Meet And Greet Her On Her Way; 'It Is No Wonder,' Said The Lords, 'She Is More Beautiful Than Day.' As Shines The Moon In Clouded Skies, She In Her Poor Attire Was Seen; One Praised Her Ankles, One Her Eyes, One Her Dark Hair And Lovesome Mien. So Sweet A Face, Such Angel Grace, In All That Land Had Never Been. Cophetua Sware A Royal Oath: 'This Beggar Maid Shall Be My Queen!'