Until her deep hair's golden glow
Sweeps his dark curls as, praying low,
She kneels, a marble-sculptured woe.
And then she left him there to rest,
Aweary with his haggard quest,
All in gray fur and velvet dressed....
At midnight through the vaulted roof
She heard armed steps of ringing proof:
She heard a charger's iron hoof.
The leaded lattice glowed, a square