The hearts which erst with rapture burn'd,
Were cold with woe and care.
"A ring with glittering ruby red,
Gave me that lady sheen,
And with me from the castle sped
Along the meadow green:
And whilst I saw my leman bright,
She waved on high her kerchief white:
'Courage! to arms!' she cried.
"In the raging fight each pennon white