A-d never wist he that a witch
Clad bcund him with her wily hair,
Eke with dark art had ta'en his heart
Do slay him there.
And all his soul did wax amort
To stars, to hills, to slades, to streams,
Arid it but held that sorceress fair
As one of dreams.
And now he kens some castle gray
Wild tuirrets ivied, in the moon,
Old. where through woodlands foaming on
A torrent shone...
In irs high hall full twenty knights
With visors barred all sternly stand;
The following of some gracious brave,
Lord of the land.
And lo! when that dim damosel
Moved down the hall, they louted low;
And she vas queen of all that band,
That dame of snow.
Now on that knight she stared eftsoons,
And cried on high unto her crew,
"Behold! Sir Knights, the dastard brave
Your king that slew."