The green glen was bathed,
In bright Sun shine yellow.
Her long white, flowing dress,
Incandescent in the stark light.
She walked alone upon the scene,
Pondering her thoughts and,
Deep within daydreams of him,
He unseen for nearly a year.

She heard the hoof beats,
And turned to see,
A lone rider as if emerging,
From out of that setting sun.

He drew near,
She made out it was him.

He reined in his mount
and gazed down at her,
"I have been a fool, to think
that I must keep a promise
made not by me when
only ten. To Marry a girl,
I do not know or love.
Tell me my good woman,
Do you care for me still?"

"As much as before"
She did reply,
Her hand to her head
to shield the light.

"Then take you my arm,
And come up behind,
On this horse of mine,
Let me carry you away,
And love you forever."

And off they rode together.