Be swift to rise and set, O Sun,
Lest life 'twixt hope and death be done.
THE RAVEN
King's daughter sitting in tower so high,
A gift for my tale ere forth I fly,
The gold from thy finger fair and fine,
Thou hadst it from no love of thine.
THE KING'S DAUGHTER
By my father's ring another there is,
I had it with my mother's kiss.