And I could do naught but stare at him. And he said to me: "In an hour I
must be gone. Say naught to thy mistress. I will go don a suiting dress,
and do thou bring me my sword and give it into my hand."
And he went, returning shortly, and I gave him the sword. It was then
that we heard the voice of my lady without, and she sang a song of the
spring-tide. The words I have ne'er forgot, though I did but hear them
once:
"For O! For O!
The cowslips blow,
And the ground's all gold below me;
The speedwell's eye
Peers up so bli'
I swear it seems to know me!
"The lady-smocks
In silver frocks
Do flout the sonsy clover;
The humble bee
Consorts wi' me
And hails me for a rover.
"Then trip, then trip,
And if ye slip
Your lad will lend a hand O;
The lass in green
With black, black een,
Is the fairest in the land O."
And as the earl listened methought he would have fallen, grasping my
shoulder, old man as I was, and bending down his head upon it. And I did
stay him with my arm, as though he had been my very son--for old age is
father to all men.
So my lady comes in, with her gold hair blowing, and her white kirtle
full of red roses, and seeing her lord goes to meet him. But when she
noted the soldierly fashioning of his dress, and the sword girt at his
thigh, she opened her lips as though to cry out, but no sound escaped
them. And her kirtle slipped from her hold, and the red roses lay
between them like a pool of blood.