Melted as snow in our sweet summer time.
How like a bride I felt again that day!
My little son beside me on his horse,
Carrying high that royal head of his
That the sun made more golden, smiled to see
Crowding about us all my husband’s men,
Who shouted as a welcome in mine ears:
‘Is Galswith now avenged? Have we done well?’
And the cry rippled on through all the ranks
While I smiled gladly on them; but my heart