LXXVII.
"By this golden ring ye see on this lifted hand pardiè"—
Toll slowly.
"If, this hour, on castle-wall can be room for steed from stall,
Shall be also room for me.
LXXVIII.
"So the sweet saints with me be," (did she utter solemnly)—
Toll slowly.
"If a man, this eventide, on this castle wall will ride,
He shall ride the same with me."
LXXIX.
Oh, he sprang up in the selle and he laughed out bitter-well—
Toll slowly.
"Wouldst thou ride among the leaves, as we used on other eves,
To hear chime a vesper-bell?"
LXXX.
She clung closer to his knee—"Ay, beneath the cypress-tree!"
Toll slowly.
"Mock me not, for otherwhere than along the greenwood fair
Have I ridden fast with thee.
LXXXI.
"Fast I rode with new-made vows from my angry kinsman's house":
Toll slowly.
"What, and would you men should reck that I dared more for love's sake
As a bride than as a spouse?