“See my sheep, and see my lambs, twin lambs which they bare.
All myself I offer you, all my flocks and care,
Your sweet song hath moved me so.”
In her fluttered heart young May mused a dubious while:
“If he loves me as he says”—her lips curved with a smile:
“Where Margaret shines like the sun, I shine like the moon;
If sister Meggan makes her choice I can make mine as soon:
At cockcrow we were sister-maids, we may be brides at noon.
Said Meggan,“Yes;” May said not “No.”
Fair Margaret stayed alone at home, awhile she sang her song,