And her gown was of velvet as green as the grass,
And her buskin did reach to her knee.
Her gate it was graceful, her body was straight,
And her countenance free from pride ;
A bow in her hand, and a quiver of arrows
Hung dangling by her sweet side.
Her eye-brows were black, ay, and so was her hair,
And her skin was as smooth as glass ;
Her visage spoke wisdom, and modesty too :
Sets with Robin Hood such a lass ! {156}