“If I be not affraied.” Would she not put the “if” more timidly now, in making the same promise to any of you, or in asking for the judgment between her and her enemy, which was to be past, do you remember, on this very day of the year, so many years ago, and within eight miles of this very spot?
“And this shall be without any Nay
On the morrow after St. Valentine’s day,
Under a maple that is faire and green
Before the chamber window of the Queen
At Woodstoke, upon the greene lawn.
She thanked them, and then her leave took
And into an hawthorn by that broke.
And there she sate, and sang upon that tree
‘Terme of life love hath withheld me’