Greedy spectators in the town
Gathered ‘round and drank in
The beauty of her dove white feathers,
The gentle glow of her silken crown.

Watching her rise above the rest,
They thought her to be –
A creature clearly more divine
Than those treading lowly ground.

But all the while,
Most unhappy with her pallid down,
She hoped for feathers Raven black
And thought the town to be –

Fools for blindly worshipping
So dreadfully false a design.