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I told her of the Knight that wore [45]
Upon his shield a burning brand.
And how for ten long years he woo'd
The Ladie of the Land:
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I told her, how he pin'd, and ah!
The deep, the low, the pleading tone, [50]
With which I sang another's love,
Interpreted my own!
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She listen'd with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace.
And she forgave me, that I gaz'd [55]
Too fondly on her face!
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But when I told the cruel scorn,
That craz'd this bold and lovely Knight;
And how he roam'd the mountain woods,
Nor rested day or night; [60]