Whom you promised to wed once or twice—very nearly.
Is it thus all our kindness and trust you repay?
Such ingratitude never I met till to-day.
Still I'll wish you no worse, but your heart may relent,
And for all the grief caused me may quickly repent."
Then again into tears she was melting away,
Having said all she had for the present to say.
While her beautiful hair (dark and soft as black silk)
Trickled down her fair neck (whiter far than new milk)
In the greatest disorder, without comb or pin;