And now to try the wondrous charm
Courageously is gone.
“When she had ta’en the mantle,
And put it on her back,
About the hem it seemed
To wrinkle and to crack.
“ ‘Lie still,’ she cried, ‘O mantle!
And shame me not for naught;
I’ll freely own whate’er amiss
Or blameful I have wrought.