Seem’d to stir her floating golden hair,
And to bring a faint blush on her cheek.
Well, so time pass’d on; a year was gone,
And Sir Arthur had been much away,
When the news came! I shed many tears
When I saw the truth of all my fears
Rise before me on that bitter day.
Any one but her I could have borne!
But my lady lov’d her as her friend,
Through their childhood and their early youth,