The Love That Dares To Wait

Her father comes,—the stern old lord,—and looks her in the face,—

That smiling patient face,—quoth he: 'Go to, my friends, give place,

Her we may blight, but never bend,—Soh! stop him at the gate;

What might have we to match a love, that smiling dares to wait?'

And so they stopped and brought him in,—thrice noble Walter Graeme,

No hand could show more fair than his from carving of a name;

And Mortimer's true Helen he at Candlemas will wed,

In the teeth of all the Mortimers,—the living and the dead.