Chapter 45 No.45

While yet he loitered on the spot,

It seemed as Ellen marked him not;

But when he turned him to the glade,

85 One courteous parting sign she made;

And after, oft the knight would say,

That not when prize of festal day

Was dealt him by the brightest fair,

Who e'er wore jewel in her hair,

90 So highly did his bosom swell,

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