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sits the lovely lady, Lonely in the tower; Is the dell no longer shady Where she was the flower? Wherefore did she leave that dell? There she knew no ruder sorrow Than some childish toy, Vanished whensoe’er to-morrow Brought some newer joy. Captive in a captive cell, She hath bade her youth farewell.

While the lovely lady keepeth Vigil sad and lone, Asking every hour that creepeth When will night be done, Watching makes the hours seem long. Mocking at the mourner’s sadness, Rises from below Every sound of feast and gladness That the night can know. What avails those sounds among— One low sigh is borne along.