English poem
Of simple folk and merry there rode with her enough
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
Of simple folk and merry there rode with her enough; While many loaded horses bore much costly stuff, Brought there from her birthland by followers of the maiden; They came with her by thousands, with gold as well as clothing heavy-laden.
On the shore of two wide marches, the dwellers by the sea, As they saw the west wind waft her, gave her welcome free; They found a seemly lodging for the lovely, well-born lady, And brought her all things needful, by the youthful king, before, for her made ready.
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