XI.
Slowly and thankfully The young page bowed his head; His large eyes seemed to muse a smile, Until he blushed instead, And no lady in her bower, pardie, Could blush more sudden red: "Sir Knight,--thy lady's bower to me Is suited well," he said.
Slowly and thankfully The young page bowed his head; His large eyes seemed to muse a smile, Until he blushed instead, And no lady in her bower, pardie, Could blush more sudden red: "Sir Knight,--thy lady's bower to me Is suited well," he said.