Well, such as he was, he must marry, we heard: 
And out of a convent, at the word,
Came the lady, in time of spring. 
—­Oh, old thoughts they cling, they cling! 
That day, I know, with a dozen oaths
I clad myself in thick hunting-clothes
Fit for the chase of urochs or buffle 130
In winter-time when you need to muffle. 
But the Duke had a mind we should cut a figure,
        And so we saw the lady arrive: 
My friend, I have seen a white crane bigger! 
        She was the smallest lady alive,
Made in a piece of nature’s madness,
Too small, almost, for the life and gladness
        That over-filled her, as some hive
Out of the bears’ reach on the high trees
Is crowded with its safe merry bees:  140
In truth, she was not hard to please! 
Up she looked, down she looked, round at the mead,
Straight at the castle, that’s best indeed
To look at from outside the walls: 
As for us, styled the " serfs and thralls,”
She as much thanked me as if she had said it,
        (With her eyes, do you understand?)
Because I patted her horse while I led it;
        And Max, who rode on her other hand,
Said, no bird flew past but she inquired 150
What its true name was, nor ever seemed tired—­
If that was an eagle she saw hover,
And the green and grey bird on the field was the plover. 
When suddenly appeared. the Duke: 
        And as down she sprung, the small foot pointed
On to my hand,—­as with a rebuke,
        And as if his backbone were not jointed,
The Duke stepped rather aside than forward
        And welcomed her with his grandest smile;
        And, mind you, his mother all the while 160
Chilled in the rear, like a wind to Nor’ward;
And up, like a weary yawn, with its pullies
Went, in a shriek, the rusty portcullis;
And, like a glad sky the north-wind sullies,
The lady’s face stopped its play,
As if her first hair had grown grey;
For such things must begin some one day.

VII

In a day or two she was well again;
As who should say, “You labour in vain! 
This is all a jest against God, who meant 170
I should ever be, as I am, content
And glad in his sight; therefore, glad I will be.” 
So, smiling as at first went she.

VIII

She was active, stirring, all fire—­
Could not rest, could not tire—­
To a stone she might have given life! 
        (I myself loved once, in my day)
—­For a shepherd’s, miner’s, huntsman’s wife,
        (I had a wife, I know what I say)
Never in all the world such an one! 180
And here was plenty to be done,
And she that could do it, great or small,
She was to do nothing at all.