See on my lance the garland yet,
It ever carries there;
O could'st thou see thy image too,
Imprinted deeply here!
And now, why loiter we? Ere shine
The sun, I'll bring thee home,
And nothing more shall our chaste loves
Divide, whatever come."
"With all my soul I love thee, youth,
Yet still my virgin shame
Struggles against thy rash design,
And trembles for my fame."
* * * * *
"We'll seek my sister first, and there
Our wedding shall precede.
And then into my castle I
My noble bride will lead.--
Eliza' let us hasten, come--
It is the mid of night,
The moon will soon conclude her course,
That shineth now so bright."
Now softly by a secret way
The lady lightly trod.
Till she beneath the window--pale
As deadly marble, stood.
Yet soon she felt her heart again,
And sprung unto her knight,
Who press'd her speechless to his heart
That throbb'd with chaste delight.
Then lifts her gladly on his steed,
And her before sits he;
She winds about him her white arms,
Forth go they, valiantly.
Now, wakened by the prancing steed.
And that true griffin's neigh,
The damsel from the window spied
Her lady borne away.
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