“The harp and sword I bring to thee
Are not an offering meet;
With them, my hand and England’s crown,
I lay before thy feet.
“O, Lady, like the evening star,
Bend to me now or never;
For I will see thee ne’er again,
Unless I see thee ever.”
Then the Prince led Ginevra to the dance, and it was whispered she was fit to be a queen; but the Baron shook his head, even in that proud hour, and said:
“She must wed whom she will. I cannot force her heart.”