When in the stranger knight she saw
Hermanrick's much-lov'd face;
Whilst he, by gen'rous love impell'd,
Rush'd to her fond embrace.
Vain would the muse attempt to paint
What joy the lover knew,
Who found his long-disdainful maid
At once fair, kind, and true.
Then Edwy, while entranc'd in bliss
The happy pair remain'd,