In the dark prison-tower weeps the maiden undone.

[pg 18]

III.

When the Grand-Master had the sacred books

Kissed of the holy laws, and from the Komtur

Received the sword and grand cross, ensigns high

Of power, he raised his haughty brow. Although

A cloud of care weighed on him, with his eye

He scattered fire around him. In his glance

Burns exultation, half with anger mixed,—