VI.
Of three girls and of their talk.
By a clear well, within a little field
Full of green grass and flowers of every hue,
Sat three young girls, relating (as I knew)
Their loves. And each had twined a bough to shield
Her lovely face; and the green leaves did yield
The golden hair their shadow; while the two
Sweet colours mingled, both blown lightly through
With a soft wind for ever stirr'd and still'd.
After a little while one of them said,
(I heard her,) “Think! If, ere the next hour
struck,
Each of our lovers should come here to-day,
Think you that we should fly or feel afraid?”
To whom the others answer'd, “From such luck
A girl would be a fool to run away.”