And as the lady bade, did she.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
But through her brain of weal and woe
So many thoughts moved to and fro,
That vain it were her lids to close;
So half-way from the bed she rose:
And on her elbow did recline
To look at the lady Geraldine.
Beneath the lamp the lady bowed,