From lips that well-nigh touched his cheek:
"O Goldilocks, dost thou forget?
Or mindest thou the mirk-wood yet?
Forgettest thou the hunger-pain
And all thy young life made but vain?
How there was nought to help or aid,
But for poor Goldilocks the Maid?"
She murmured, "Each to each we two,
Our faces from the wood-mirk grew.
Hast thou forgot the grassy place,