A stately dame of ancient name—
The Mother of the House of Quair.
Her daughter broiders by her side,
With heavy drooping golden hair,
And listens to her frequent plaint,—
"I'll fare the Brides that come to Quair.
"For more than one hath lived in pine,
And more than one hath died of care,
And more than one hath sorely sinned,
Left lonely in the House of Quair.