All save the Lady Emmeline,
Who sate in her bower to weep:
And soon she heard her true love’s voice
Low whispering at the wall,
“Awake! awake! my dear Lady,
’Tis I, thy true love call.
“Awake! awake! my Lady dear,
Come, mount this fair palfray;
This ladder of ropes will let thee down,
I’ll carry thee hence away.”