Of all the women earth doth bear."
"O Goldilocks, my heart, my heart!
Woe, woe! for now we drift apart."
But up he sprang from the bramble-side,
And "O thou fairest one!" he cried:
And forth he ran that Queen to meet,
And fell before her gold-clad feet.
About his neck her arms she cast,
And into the fair-built house they passed.
And under the bramble-bushes lay