Unwavering burns--the symbol of our love;
And as I knelt before him in the night,
He looked, compassionate, on me from above.
9.
I heard a harper 'neath the castle walls
Sing, for night-shelter in the house of thralls,
A song of hapless lovers; in the shade
I paused awhile, unseen of man or maid.
Taking his harp, he touched the moaning strings,
And sang of queens unloved and loveless kings;