The Boy was drawn to the Iron Bower
In summer thereupon a shower
Of roses blooming soft and sweet
Within whom should he chance to meet
But Eloise pausing there
Evening sunlight in her hair
She did not notice him until
He summoned up nerve and will
And greeted her - 'Your Royal Grace'
And there at once across her face
Recollection of a kindness
Rendered in the Wilderness
Her cheek was washed by a pastel blush
There within the evening hush
What began in the Forest Grim
Continued between Her and Him
They lingered for a precious hour
Within the scented Rosy Bower
When Eloise recalled this meeting
And remembered her heart beating
She realised - in the Bower
In that golden sunlit hour
Was when the light of love first dawned
Within her heart and it was warmed
As the light was growing dim
Eloise was summoned in
The Boy sat for an hour more
Adding to his cherished store
Tender tinted memories
Of his beloved Eloise
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