And he saw her body sweet and good.
Then round her love his arms he cast:
"The years are as a tale gone past.
But many the years that yet shall be
Of the merry tale of thee and me.
Come, love, and look on the Fathers' Hall,
And the folk of the kindred one and all!
For now the Fathers' House is kind,
And all the ill is left behind.
And Goldilocks and Goldilocks