How she used to count upon the truth
Of this friendship that would never end!
Older, graver than my lady was,
Whose young, gentle heart on her relied,
She would give advice, and praise, and blame,
And my lady lean on Margaret’s name,
As her dearest comfort, help and guide.
I had never liked her, and I think
That my lady grew to doubt her too
Since her marriage; for she named her less,