That thou art come, her very foe.
No minute more on tidings wait,
Lest e'en this minute be too late."
She led him from the sunlit green,
Going sweet-stately as a queen.
There in the dusky wood, and dim,
As forth they went, she spake to him:
"Fair man, few people have I seen
Amidst this world of woodland green:
But I would have thee tell me now