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 Stretch forth thy hand, and have no fear, Said Christabel, How cam'st thou here? And the lady, whose voice was faint and sweet, Did thus pursue her answer meet:—

My sire is of a noble line, And my name is Geraldine. Five warriors seiz'd me yestermorn, Me, even me, a maid forlorn: They chok'd my cries with force and fright, And tied me on a palfrey white. The palfrey was as fleet as wind, And they rode furiously behind. They spurr'd amain, their steeds were white; And once we cross'd the shade of night. As sure as Heaven shall rescue me, I have no thought what men they be; Nor do I know how long it is (For I have lain in fits, I wis)