One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach’d the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! SIR WALTER SCOTT Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related OnehundredninetysevenOnehundredninentynine