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They gaz'd on eaeh other with tender delight,
Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight,
The maid was the Fair Imogine.
And ah," said the youth, "since to-morrow I go
To fight in a far distant land,
Thy tears for my absenee soon ceasing to flow,
Some other will court you, and you will bestow
On a wealthier suitor your hand."
Oh, hush these suspicions," fair Imogene said
So hurtful to love and to me;
Or if you be living, or if you be dead,
I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead
Shall husband of Imogene be.
And, if e'er for another my heart should decide,
Forgetting Alonzo the Brave,
God grant, that to punish my falsehood and pride
Thy ghost at my marriage may sit by my side,
May tax me with perjury, elaim me as bride,
And bear me away to the grave."
To Palestine hasten'd the warrior so bold,
His love she lamented him sore;
But scarce had a twelvemonth elaps'd when, behold,
A baron, all cover'd with jewels and gold,
Arriv'd at fair Imogene's door.
His treasure, his presents, his spaeious domain,
Soon made her untrue to her vows,
He dazzl'd her eyes, he bewilder'd her brain,
He eaught her affection, so light and so vain,
And carried her home as his spouse.
