To fight with an angry horde--
And the whole land rang with the fame of him
And the might of his good sword.
But after a twelve-month back he came,
And again at her feet knelt he.[[3]]
“Now wilt thou wed me, Ladye fair,
Where the Rhine runs down to the sea?”
But her pride than her love was stronger still;
And lifting her haughty head--
“Wait longer. He who patiently waits