These and what more within that hall might be
She saw, and oh! how long’d her son to see!
Yet could he hope to view that noble place,
Who dared not look the porter in the face?
Forth went the pony, and the rider’s knees
Cleaved to her sides—he did not ride with ease;
One hand a whip, and one a bridle, held, 240
In case the pony falter’d or rebell’d.
The village boys beheld him as he pass’d,
And looks of envy on the hero cast;