Then to the left turned she;
But aye ’tween her and the wan moonlight
That tall Knight did she see.
And he was riding burd alane,
On a horse as black as jet;
But tho’ she followed him fast and fell,
No nearer could she get.
“Oh stop! Oh stop! young man,” she said;
“For I in dule am dight;
Oh stop, and win a fair lady’s luve,