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      9. The lady wished that she might die,

      Or ever this sore calamity,

      She should have been preserved to see;

      But the knight with meek humility,

      To Mary mother a prayer ’gan say,

      That his penance might soon have end —

      When wandering through the weary land,

      The Sultan’s captives they were ta’en

      Before his face to bend.

      10. I trow the Sultan had rarely seen

      A lady so lovely, in form or mien,

      Or a knight so bold and true.

      “Sir knight, I will give thee gold and fee,

      As much as thou might wish to see,

      If thou wilt renounce Christianity,

      And fight for the banners of Paynimrie,

      And sell thy lady bright to me;”

      His form to its height he drew.

      11. “Our Lady forefend that I should e’er

      In infidel ranks a standard bear,

      Or the holy cross betray;

      And for weal or woe my lady fair,

      I wed in the face of day;

      A recreant knight I be when e’er

      This right I shall gainsay.”

      12. They have putten off his scarlet mantell

      Within the goldis shred;

      They drove him from that land of Baal,

      And left him as he were dead.

      The lady was sent to a far countrie,

      The bride of the Sultan she should be,

      When from the wars of Chrisendie

      In triumph he returned.

      13. Asleep in the forest the good knight lay

      And when he awoke at dawn of day

      He saw his treasure borne away,

      By an eagle strong in search of prey —

      No longer he there sojourned.

      To the Virgin he made a fervent prayer

      Invoking for aye her watchful care.

      Then to Palestine he turned.

      14. Through ten long years the knight pursued

      His weary pilgrimage;

      Then buckled he on his armor bright,

      With heart beating free and light,

      He hath boune him for the fight,

      A gallant and unknown knight

      Withouten heritage.

      15. Much they marvelled then to see

      A warrior, unknown as he,

      Such deeds of valor do.

      They wist he was no mortal wight,

      But some weird magician sprite,

      When in the thickest of the fight

      The Sultan dread he slew.

      16. They have broughten him to the christian king

      With gladness and great welcoming,

      And honor and praise had he;

      But his object fell he did obtain,

      For his mighty enemy he hath slain.

      He donned his pilgrim weeds again,

      And his wanderings pursued.

      17. The scorching sun, with a feverish glare,

      On the burning sands cast radiance clear;

      When weary and faint the knight drew near,

      Where stately and tall a castle fair

      From a green oasis rose.

      The cool palms waving in golden light,

      With music of murmuring fountains bright,

      Beckoning called the fainting knight

      To bowers of repose.

      18. He passed the portals of the hall,

      And stood ’mong squires and good knights tall,

      Holding it seemed high festival.

      19. A lady beautiful to see,

      Sat ’neath a gorgeous canopy.

      She was queen of that countrie,

      Lady of generous chivalry,

      And eke of lowly charity.

      The holy Palmers with reverence,

      Welcomed she to her residence;

      Gentle and kind was she.

      20. But the knight would not be comforted,

      For restless recollection shed

      A sadness over all.

      In silent mood he wandered

      Through tower and lofty hall.

      21. It fell on a day the Queen with her guest

      Were seated at the mid-day feast,

      When entered her favorite page in haste.

      In the early morning he went in quest

      Of eaglets’ eyries, and on the crest

      Of a lofty mountain he found a nest,

      With golden treasure hid in its breast,

      Wrapped in a scarlet mantel.

      22. No sooner beheld she the page’s prize,

      Than the tears o’erflowed the ladie’s eyes.

      My true and loyal knight she cries,

      (The palmer looked on with mute surprise.)

      Hast thou Sir Isumbras seen?

      One moment they gazed in silent survey,

      The mists of memory rolled away;

      And locked within his arms she lay —

      The lost one found again.

      And there was feast and festival;

      Resounded then through bower and hall,

      The lute and joyous madrigal;

      And joustings there were in tournament,

      And breaking of lances in compliment,

      To the beauty of ladies bright;

      Then over the Sultan’s fair domain,

      In peace the knight and lady reign;

      Till the king in all sincerity,

      Strove with pious zeal to free

      From the bonds of Infidelity,

      His Paynim lieges hight.

      23. But no one there his cause upheld,

      Save God and the Queen, I trow;

      And were they e’er so valorous,

      Never could they withstand

      An armament so numerous,

      As the unbelievers’ band.

      24. Then by a chance miraculous,

      The

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