Ande bente him lower to the grounde.
But ever tho’ he prayed, the more
The voice hys pytie didde implore,
Untyl he raised hys eyes ande there
Behelde a mayden ghostlie faire.
Thus to the holy manne she spoke:
“Within the hollow of this oak,
Enchanted for a hundred yeares,
Have I been bounde—yet vain my teares;
Notte anything can breake the banne