It was the time when lilies blow,
  And clouds are highest up in air,
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
  To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

I trow they did not part in scorn:
  Lovers long-betrothed were they:
They too will wed the morrow morn:
  God’s blessing on the day!

“He does not love me for my birth,
  Nor for...