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‘Her breath grew sweet as summer breeze
That blows the meadows o’er;
Her voice grew soft as rustling trees,
And cracked and harsh no more.

‘Her hair grew glittering, like the gold,
Her hands as white as milk;
Her filthy rags, so foul and old,
Were changed to robes of silk.

‘In great amaze the knights did stare.
Quoth Kay, ‘I make my vow
If it will please thee, lady fair,
I’ll gladly kiss thee now.’

‘But young Sir Keith kneeled on one knee
And kissed her robes so fair.
‘O let me be thy slave,’ said he,
‘For none to thee compare.’

‘She bent her down, she kissed his brow,
She kissed his lips and eyes.
Quoth she, ‘Thou art my master now,
My lord, my love, arise!

‘And all the wealth that is mine own,
My lands, I give to thee,
For never knight hath lady shown
Such noble courtesy.

1 0 The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood