THE LADIE OF WINDECK 



II 



Where two towers, their strength uprearing. 



O'er a ruin'd gateway rise. 

 There the quarry disappearing 



Vanish'd from the Hunter's eyes. 



Ill 



Lone and still ! — no echo sounded ; 



Blaz'd the sun in noonday pride ; 

 Deep he drew his breath astounded. 



And his streaming forehead dried. 



IV 



" Precious wine lies hid below, in 

 Ruin'd cellar here, they say ; 



O ! that I, with cup o'erflowing. 

 Might my scorching thirst allay ! " 



Scarcely by his parch'd lips spoken 

 Winged words the wish proclaim, 



Ere from arch with ivy broken. 

 Forth a fair handmaiden came. 



VI 



Light of step, a glorious maiden ! 



Robe of shining white she wore ; 

 With her keys her belt was laden, 



Drinking-horn in hand she bore. 



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