She unlocked the bolts with a master key,
And Prince Harrold sprang forth to his lady’s side.
“Love favours our flight!” softly whispered she,
“At the postern stairs doth the boat abide.”
Then they stole away by the shadowy wall.
Yet she sighed to quit her father’s hall,
And her bosom heaved, and she dropped a tear,
Whilst her lover essayed to hush her fear,
And she clung to his arm as the little boat
Did o’er the wide lake in silence float.