What it was had better be forgot;
It was just then she became my bride.
“Margaret is my dear and honored wife,
And I hold her so. But she can claim
From your hearts dear ones, a loving debt
I can neither pay, nor yet forget:
You can give it in your mother’s name.”
Next day was farewell—a day of tears;
Yet Sir Arthur as he rode away,
And turned back to see his lady stand