The clanging ring of a creaking hook
In the buttress or wall; and we waited so
Till the East grew gray. Did she come?—ah, no!
I must tell you why, and enough: 'Tis said
On the eve of the marriage she fled the side
Of the baron, the bridegroom too she fled,
With a mischievous laugh, "I'll hide! I'll hide!
Seek! and be sure to seek well!" and led
A wild chase after her, but defied
All search for—a score and ten more years,