Martha, with anxious thoughts possest
A private messuage to him sent,
Acquainting him she could not rest,[146]
Until she had seen her loving friend;
His answer was, "Nay, nay, my dear,
Our folks will angry be I fear."
Full frought with grief, she took no rest,
But spent her time in pain and fear,
Until few days before his death,
She sent an orange to her dear;