What dost thou here within our halls,
Sir knight! unwelcome to these walls?
Days roll’d away!—I sought my sire;
He met me but with glance of ire,
And freezing mystery of air,
Which seemed to say—“Ila?—beware!”
And then he cried, “away! away!
Mad boy, she weds the knight to-day!”
I spoke not; slowly round me came
A wavering sheet of cloud and flame,