For us to work the thing
That is to do, before we two
Shall hear the dawn-bird sing.
“Saddle thy steed, Sir Knight, with speed,
Thy faithfullest,” quoth she,
“For many a tide we twain must ride
Before the end shall be.”
The steed is girt, black Dagobert,
Swift-footed as the wind;
The knight leapt up upon his croup,