I Have Old Women'S Secrets Now That Had Those Of The Young; Madge Tells Me What I Dared Not Think When My Blood Was Strong, And What Had Drowned A Lover Once Sounds Like An Old Song. Though Margery Is Stricken Dumb If Thrown In Madge'S Way, We Three Make Up A Solitude; For None Alive To-Day Can Know The Stories That We Know Or Say The Things We Say: How Such A Man Pleased Women Most Of All That Are Gone, How Such A Pair Loved Many Years And Such A Pair But One, Stories Of The Bed Of Straw Or The Bed Of Down.