When the Fairy King has power,
That I sank down in a sinful fray,
And 'twixt life and death was snatched away
To the joyless Elfin bower.
"But wist I of a woman bold,
Who thrice my brow durst sign,
I might regain my mortal mold,
As fair a form as thine."
She cross'd him once—she cross'd him twice—
That lady was so brave;