And so in her house of dreams she grew,
And so the star-lighted nights slipped by.
We know what she waited for—you and I—
Who dwelt here of old.
There's her tale half-told.
What more to unfold?
When he came at last did they ride away,
Or, day succeeding each happy day,
Did they stay with two heartfuls of love to brim
The garden wherein she had waited him?