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140 I told her of the Knight, that wore

Upon his Shield a burning Brand;

And that for ten long Years he woo'd

The Lady of the Land.

I told her, how he pin'd: and, ah!

The low, the deep, the pleading tone,

With which I sang another's Love,

Interpreted my own.

She listen'd with a flitting Blush,

With downcast Eyes and modest Grace;

And she forgave me, that I gaz'd

Too fondly on her Face!

But when I told the cruel scorn

Which craz'd this bold and lovely Knight,

And that he cross'd the mountain woods

Nor rested day nor night;