Full mournfully she answered to what the maid did spier,
'The falcon, whom you cherished, a gentle knight is he:
God take him to his ward! thou must lose him suddenly.'
'What speak you of the knight? dearest mother, say!
Without the love of Champion, to my dying day,
Ever thus fair will I remain, nor take a wedded fere
To gain such pain and sorrow—though the knight were without peer!'
'Speak not thou too rashly!' her mother spake again.
'If ever in this world, thou heart-felt joy wilt gain,
Maiden must thou be no more; Leman must thou have.