And he brought them to such sorry plight, it may be,
’Mong the thorns of the roses while watching for me!”
And, when this wise maiden looked up in his face,
She saw there a look full of sweetness and grace.
THE MAN ALL TATTERED AND TORN.
’Twas a truth-telling face. “Yes, I’ll trust you,” said she.
“Ah, a kiss I must take, if you trust me!” quoth he;
“And, since we’re so happily both of a mind,
We’ll set off together the priest for to find.”