O day, give out but a glimmer of all thy flood of light, If it be but enough for our eyen to see the road of fight! |
She set alight to the bower-aloft And it burned up speedily, And her good love and her great heart Might all with eyen see. |
And there she told him why and wherefore, and how for his goodness King Mark slew him with his dagger afore mine own eyen. |