When she raised her lustrous eyes a beast peeped at the door;
When she downward cast her eyes a fish gasped on the floor;
When she turned away her eyes a bird perched on the sill,
Warbling out its heart of love, warbling, warbling still
With pathetic pleadings low.
Light-foot May, with Meggan, sought the choicest spot,
Clothed with thyme, alternate grass; then, while day waxed hot,
Sat at ease to play and rest, a gracious rest and play;
The loveliest maidens near or far, when Margaret was away,
Who sat at home to sing and sew.