The maid’s was the Fair Imogine.
“And Oh!” said the youth, “since to morrow I go
“To fight in a far distant land,
“Your tears for my absence soon ceasing to flow,
“Some other will court you, and you will bestow
“On a wealthier suitor your hand.”
“Oh! hush these suspicions,” Fair Imogine said,
“Offensive to love and to me!
“For, if you be living, or if you be dead,
“I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead