Her name is as a word of old romance

Her1 name is as a word of old romance
That thrills a careless reader out of sleep.
Love and old art, and all things pure and deep
Attend on her to honour her advance, —
The brave old wars where bearded heroes prance,
The courtly mien that private virtues keep, —
Her name is as a word of old romance.
Peer has she none in England or in France,
So well she knows to rouse dull souls [from sleep]
So deftly can she comfort those who weep
And put kind thought and comfort in a glance.

Her name is as a [word of old romance.]1 Probably Mrs. Sidney Colvin.
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