Editha's Palfrey

I wooed her with a brevity which the times excused, and poured my nimble lover wit into ears accustomed only to the sluggish flattery of woodland thanes and princely swineherds. But as she neared her home, the thought its desolation weighed heavier and heavier upon her tender nature. She threw up her white hands and with a cry of pain and grief, slipped, fainting from her palfrey. Before us all then might you have seen a score of sad les, feetly emptied to the service of the heiress. And so editha came home, her loose arms hanging down and her long, bright hair all adrift over