The table it was of the red shining gold The napkin of Agerwool rare to behold.

p. 25The walls were constructed of fair marble stone, The beams of the roof of the whitest whale bone.

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On the floor they are dancing with rapture so high, Tall, slender, and stately Sir Stig dances by.

Straight and slim as a sapling Child Stig dances up, In each hand holding a fair silver cup.

Child Stig to the health of his bonny bride quaffed, And forest and meadow delightedly laughed.

The forest it bloomed, the boughs leaves put forth— She excels every damsel in beauty and worth.

Late in the evening the mist it descends, Child Stig his young bride to her chamber attends.

p. 26Now gallant Child Stig has o’ercome his distress, He sleeps in the arm of a lovely princess.

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And Damsel Rigissa is free from her fright, By the side of Child Stig she reposes each night.

p. 27London: Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.

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London

Edition limited to Thirty Copies.

p. 28Copyright in the United States of America by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter.

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