--'Twelve hours hath rung the castle bell;
To her, who loves thee, turn
Thy face, as thou wert wont, and tell
What gives thee cause to mourn. 'Oh! if my brothers thou dost fear,
They will not come to me;
My husband's brother, were he here,
Can never cope with thee. 'My serfs and vassals, through the halls,
Will sleep till morning light;
Nor can they deem that, in my walls,
I welcome such a knight.