She said: “Where is the maiden who could behold with scorn
A knight who strove so bravely, or from his love could turn?
Believe me,” said the maiden, “I do not hold you lightly;
Never maid more kindly has looked on you, or prized your worth more rightly.
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“If now my friends and kindred leave for this will give,
Even as you wish it, with you I will gladly live.”
Then with fondest glances he her eye was seeking:
In her heart she bore him, and owned the truth to all, no falsehood speaking.
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