The signet ring young Lewis took,
With deep respect and alter’d look;
And said,—“This ring our duties own;
And pardon, if to worth unknown,
In semblance mean, obscurely veil’d,
Lady, in aught my folly fail’d.
Soon as the day flings wide his gates,
The King shall know what suitor waits.
Please you, meanwhile, in fitting bower
Repose you till his waking hour;