Unto you twain by their bidding with tidings hither I speed.
With all heart’s love and kindness, O Lady of queenly pride,
In service to you he commends him, he and his new-won bride.
Now let your weeping have ending; soon will themselves be here.”
Long, long had it been ere she hearkened a tale to her heart so dear!
Then dried she the tears of her weeping with her vesture’s snow-white fold
From her lovely eyes, and she poured forth the thanks of the happy-souled
To the bearer of these glad tidings that made music in her ears.
Past was all her affliction, and banished were all her tears.
She prayed her herald to seat him; that did he willingly;