The ordeal’s fatal trumpet sounded, 

And sad pale Adelgitha came, 
When forth a valiant champion bounded, 
And slew the slanderer of her fame. 
She wept, delivered from her danger; 
But when he knelt to claim her glove- 
“Seek not!” she cried, “oh, gallant stranger, 
For hapless Adelgitha’s love. 

For he is dead and in a foreign land 
Whose arm should now have set me free; 
And I must wear the willow garland 
For him that’s dead, or false to me.” 

“Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!”- 
He raised his visor.-At the sight 
She fell into his arms and fainted; 
It was indeed her one true knight!

by Thomas Campbell


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