And all the while whispering arbors provide cover. . What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers. . Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor. . All a gallop with Margaret, slung rude 'cross withers.
Lay out the bowline,. Tether and belay,. Haul away.. There is amber in the embers,. There are riches on the ring.. Will I be so brave?. . We, beloved of the springtime,.