And she went forth in all her pride
In silk and ruff and feather.
Beside her walked her courtiers gay
Although with cold they shivered;
How cold they were they dared not say
Lest with a glance be withered.
Look! in the middle of the road
A puddle wide and frightening.
“Wait, Madam!”—forward Raleigh strode
His satin cloak untightening.