But when he knelt to claim her glove—
“Seek not,” she cried, “oh! gallant stranger,
For hapless Adelgitha’s love.
“For he is in a foreign far land
Whose arm should now have set me free
And I must wear the willow garland
For him that’s dead, or false to me.”
“Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!”
He raised his vizor—At the sight
She fell into his arms and fainted;