She slept till it was afternoon,
And morn had gone, as morning goes;
Then sudden with a cry she rose
And burst in tears of wild despair,
And wrung her hands, and showered blows
Upon her breast, and tore her hair.
And morn had gone, as morning goes;
Then sudden with a cry she rose
And burst in tears of wild despair,
And wrung her hands, and showered blows
Upon her breast, and tore her hair.
Her jewelled robe she seized and rent,
For she was frantic in her pain.
The maids in their bewilderment
No longer dared with her remain,
But to the palace ran again
And summoned every squire and knight,
And bade them haste with might and main
To aid their mistress in her plight.
For she was frantic in her pain.
The maids in their bewilderment
No longer dared with her remain,
But to the palace ran again
And summoned every squire and knight,
And bade them haste with might and main
To aid their mistress in her plight.
Knights, pages, squires, and ladies too,
And damsels hasten from the wall;
Into the orchard quick they go,
And, fearful of what may befall,
And damsels hasten from the wall;
Into the orchard quick they go,
And, fearful of what may befall,
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