When, too, they heard she'd saved Sir Harold's life
And why she wished to fly
Her native land,
They swore, as salt tears filled each manly eye,
To be her knight till safe on England's strand;
And happy would he be who won her then for wife!
On deck, one eve, she told Sir Harold, how,
She'd seen an English knight,
Sir Ralph by name,
Deal him his wound, then-rush into the fight
And fall. He died; so never more could claim
Rowena's hand. Now would her haughty sire relent his vow?
The Light in the Turret Tower.
Rowena sings.
Burn bright, burn bright,
Dear light, sweet light,
To guide him back to me.
My knight, own knight,
Brave knight, true knight,
My love sent o'er the sea.
O light, O light,
Burn bright, burn bright,
And keep strict watch for me;
Some night, some night,
My knight, own knight,
Will come from o'er the sea.
Stars light, stars light,
My knight, brave knight,
Gone from me o'er the sea;
Shine bright, shine bright,
Each night, each night,
Till he come back to me.
Death at Ragnor's Tower.
The flag on Ragnor's tower hung half-mast high
Smote old and young with grief.
A death it told.
They long had watched her wither like a leaf;
Her warm hands too had grown of late so cold.
So young, so fair, so good. Alas! that she should die.