The forest it bloomed, the boughs leaves put forth—
She excels every damsel in beauty and worth.
Late in the evening the mist it descends,
Child Stig his young bride to her chamber attends.
Now gallant Child Stig has o’ercome his distress,
He sleeps in the arm of a lovely princess.
And Damsel Rigissa is free from her fright,
By the side of Child Stig she reposes each night.
London:
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.
Copyright in the United States of America
by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter.