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, lady, wake! Dear heart, awake From slumbers light; For 'neath thy bower, at this still hour, In harness bright, Lingers thine own true paramour, And chosen knight! Wake, lady, wake!

Wake, lady, wake! For thy loved sake, Each trembling star Smiles from on high with its clear eye, While nobler far Yon silvery shield lights earth and sky; How good they are! Wake, lady, wake!

Rise, lady, rise! Not star-filled skies I worship now, A fairer shrine I trust is mine For loyal vow: