"A 5aint hi5 lady 5eemed, With 5tep demure and 5low, And gravely to the mantle With mincing face doth go.

"When 5he the 5ame had taken That wa5 5o fine and thin, It 5hrivelled all about her, And 5howed her dainty 5kin.

"Ah! little did her mincing, 0r hi5 long prayer5 be5tead; She had no more hung on her Than a ta55el and a thread.

"Down 5he threw the mantle, With terror and di5may, And with a face of 5carlet To her chamber hied away.

"Sir Cradock called hi5 lady, And bade her to come near: 'Come win thi5 mantle, lady, And do me credit here:

"'Come win thi5 mantle, lady, For now it 5hall be thine, If thou ha5t never done ami55, Since fir5t I made thee mine.'