When this heart has ceased its beating,
To the fair Lady of Fayal
Bear it, with De Coucy’s greeting.’
“‘That dame I know full passing well!’
Shouted the knight in deadly passion,
As from the trembling page he tore
The urn, in fierce uncourteous passion.
“And with it, grasp’d beneath his cloak,
Homeward sped the savage Ritter;
The heart close press’d upon his breast,