Nor guerdon or hire for his lodging pay,

Though he tarried a week with the Holy Quire!

Three monks sat by a bogwood fire!

Dark look’d the night from the window-pane!

They who sat by that bogwood fire

Were Eustace, Alleyn, and Giles by name:

Long they gazed at the cheerful flame,

Till each from his neighbour began to inquire

The tale of his life, before he came

To Saint Bridget’s shrine, and the cowl had ta’en: