“Dear Ladye, he bids you wait for aye,
Where the Rhine runs down to the sea.”[[9]]
“I am well paid,” the Ladye cried,
“And in coin I know too well.
He doth but give me my own again--
So now farewell, my love, farewell.”
And soon she lay in the starlight pale
Under an old yew tree,
With a stone at her head and one at her feet,
Where the Rhine runs down to the sea.