IX.

Thoughtfully stood Mariline,

Whitely veiled, and soul-serene;

Love's fair world for her demesne,

Never looked she more a queen —

With her maidens by her side,

Smiling on the coming bride.

Her pet lamb, with comic mirth,

Licked her hand and scampered forth;

The fine sheep-dog, on the hearth,

Kindly eyed her for her worth.