A tender touch, as light as love,
Soft as his heart’s desire;
But aye, in Katherine’s artless blood,
It woke no answering fire.
King Hal to gray Kimbolton came
Erelong, and true love’s sign,
Unused in colder Arragon,
She prayed him to divine:
“Canst tell me, Sire,” she said, “what mean
The gentry of your land,