—Tid Bits.
The King’s Kiss.[414]
A king rode forth one summer morn, his vast domain to see;
Through fields of wheat and fields of corn, rode on his majesty:
Quoth he, “A mighty king am I; whate’er I say must be,
For none there lives that dare deny a favor asked by me.”
The king in search of rest and shade, dismounted in a dell,
Where, drawing water, stood a maid beside a mossy well;
With courtly bow the thirsty king, the proffered draught received,
And as he drank, a gallant thing his royal mind conceived.