“She turned about her milk-white steed;
She took True Thomas up behind,
And aye, whene’er her bridle rang,
The steed flew swifter than the wind.
“O they rode on, and farther on,
The steed flew swifter than the wind;
Until they reached a desert wide,
And living land was left behind.
“‘Now light ye down, True Thomas,’ she said,
‘And lean your head upon my knee,