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28. • But if before I come again,
This passing month shall slide, Oh! then no more await for me, But be another's bride.
29. *For death may meet me on the way,
And from thy arms divide; Or dire misfortune blast my joy, And rob me of my
30. Oh! then fast flowed the maiden's tears,
While tenderly she cried : Oh! no, dear youth, though thou shouldst die, I'll be no other's bride!'
Her cheek was wet with tears :
Or dew-dropped rose appears.
The baron he did stay,
And heartfelt tear did move,
34. At length he calls his knights and squires,
And neighbours of high degree, To travel in all the pomp of state The lovely maid to see.
35. And he hath called his young foot-page,
And thus full loud did say, With costly gems, and with robes of state,
O deck me forth this day.'
36. And now, with gay and gallant train, That baron took his
way: The golden sun that so bright doth shine Did gild his pomp that day.
37. The maiden stood at her garden pale,
In hopes her love to espy ; And every peasant that she saw
She heaved a heartfelt sigh.
38. “Alas ! and woe is me !' she cried, • Could I my
love but see ! I fear the stranger youth is dead,
Or thinks no more of me.'
She looked for her true love;
Towards her cottage move.
40. And soon the baron hath crossed the green,
And smilingly he cried : Sweet maid, I've heard thy beauty's fame, And thou shalt be
41. * Rich robes of state shall deck thy frame,
A coronet gild thy brow;
Her faith they could not move; For little she thought this baron gay
Could be her own true love.
This gallant baron strove,
Her constant heart to move,
As the baron's golden love.
45. Night was come on, and o'er the plain
The moon's pale glimmering shone, When the hapless maiden took her way,
All friendless and alone :
46. All helpless and alone she sped,
And sadly did she rove O'er
many a hill, and many a dale, In search of her peasant love.
47. And now the pale, full moon was gone,
And stormy clouds did lower; Her sighings added to the winds,
Her tears increased the shower.
48. And, though full loud the thunders rolled,
And heavily poured the rain, Yet still, in search of her dear-loved youth,
She braved the stormy plain.
49. Roused with the warring of the storm,
The baron up arose ; And soon,
in search of his beauteous maid, With anxious speed he goes.
50. But, lo! the hapless maid was gone
Through deserts wild to rove, Alas! all friendless and alone,
In search of her true love.
And his foot-page called he:
As quick as ye can flee.'
52. Oh! then rode forth this young baron, O'er
many a dreary way ; When, alas ! all on the stormy plain
· He saw the maiden lay.
That hapless maiden fell :
While his heart it ’gan to swell.
54. He got him water from the brook,
And sprinkled o'er the maid ; But many a tear that from him fell
Lent most its saving aid.
55. Right glad he marked her struggling breath,
And blush-reviving face;
With many a fond embrace.
56. And art thou found, my own true love?
And art thou come ?' she said, "Then blest be the night, and blest the hour,
When from our cot I fled.'
Through many a lonely way;
Her love would her convey.