hand,
And on to a light on the waters bright
She pointed afar with her silvery wand.
(Her tresses are dark as the tangle that lies
In the calm blue deep at the red sunrise,
And they never have rest on her beautiful
breast,
That heaves and falls as the melody sighs.)
The fickle Knight follow'd her pearl-white feet,
For his bosom was thrill'd with the roundel sweet;