IX
One said, farewell to a gallant knight!
And one, but a restless ghost!
’Tis a year and a day since in this place
He died, sped high by a lady of grace
To join the blissful host.
X
Not vainly on us she charged her cause,
The lady whom we revere
For faith in the mask of a love untrue
To the Love we honour, the Love her due,
The Love we have vowed to rear.