No tidings of the foe were brought, Nor in what time the truce he sought. Some said, that there were thousands ten; And others weened that it was nought Who came to gather in black mail*; Might drive them lightly back agen. CEASED the high sound-the listening throng So hard should be his pilgrimage. * Protection-money exacted by free-booters. G Had he no friend-no daughter dear, His wandering toil to share and cheer; And guide him on the rugged way?— |