THE RETURN.
Marvelled much Sir Morvan Lez-Breiz,
Now a knight renowned;
Famous, among warriors famous
All the country round,—
Marvelled much Sir Morvan Lez-Breiz,
When, in ten years’ time,
To his home once more returning,
In his manhood’s prime,
Brambles he beheld, and nettles,
Springing wild and free
In the court and on the threshold,
Desolate to see.
Thickly clung the clustering ivy
O’er the ruined wall,
And a poor, blind, aged woman
Answered to his call.
“Canst thou, worthy grandame, give me
Lodging for the night?”