Fair Margaret, through the hazel grove, Flew like the startled cushat-dove:* The Dwarf the stirrup held and rein; WHILE thus he poured the lengthened tale, And, while the big drop filled his eye, Prayed God to bless the Duchess long, And all who cheered a son of song. * Wood pigeon. The attending maidens smiled to see, Looked gaily back to them, and laughed. Swelled his old veins, and cheered his soul; A lighter, livelier prelude ran, Ere thus his tale again began. |