Greets the walls of his snug chamber
For the last time, for they seemed then
Just like good old friends and comrades.
Only these he took farewell of;
Margaretta's eyes he could not
For the world then have encountered.
To the court-yard he descended,
Quickly his good horse he saddled.
Hoofs then clatter; a sad rider
Rode forth from the castle's precincts.