In liquid drops she o’er him threw
And laid him by her side.
—‘Twelve hours hath rung the castle bell;
To her, who loves thee, turn
Thy face, as thou wert wont, and tell
What gives thee cause to mourn.
‘Oh! if my brothers thou dost fear,
They will not come to me;
My husband’s brother, were he here,
Can never cope with thee.