text:  In the halcyon days that followed Winifred never forgot the place on the Tivy bank where she slept and dropped her book; nor did the happy husband melancholic no more forsake his coracle or his harp utterly but would often serenade his lady-love (albeit his wedded love also) on some golden evening as she sat among the cowslips and harebells that enamelled with floral blue and gold the greensward bank of the Tivy under the fine sycamore tree--the "trysting-place" of their romantic assignations