From morning till night, the first day long,
She sat and listened the bonny bird’s song.
The second day long, with fingers fair,
She curled and combed her page’s hair.
The third day’s sun rose up on high;
By the dial she was seated nigh:
She loathed the bird and the page’s face,
And counted the shadow’s creeping pace.
3.
The strange knight drew his bridle-rein;