Seven months they had been wed, and it was May again. Methought such
love had never been on earth since Eden. 'Twas gladness but to see them.
And all, moreo'er, was so well with Lord Robert, who, folks did say, was
in mighty great favor at court, and like to become a shining light in
the land.
'Twas on a May morning. The trees were a-lilt with birds, and the sound
of waters set all the winds a-singing. All at once comes my lord, and
sets his hand on my shoulder. Then know I that something dire hath
happened. And he saith, "Friend, where is thy mistress?"
And I tell him that she is out among her roses.