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She sought at first to steal his soul By dance, song, and festival; At length on bended knee she pray'd   He would not ride the wall.

But gaily the young knight laugh'd at her fears, And flung him on his steed,— There was not a saint in the calendar That she pray'd not to in her need.

She dared not raise her eyes to see If heaven had granted her prayer, Till she heard a light step bound to her side,— The gallant knight stood there!

And took the ladye From her hair a jewell'd band, But the knight repell'd the offer'd gift, And turn'd from the offer'd hand.