O sweet bird, what did he then
Among the spears of my father's men?


THE RAVEN

'Twixt ashen plank and dark blue sea,
He sang: My true love waiteth me.


THE KING'S DAUGHTER

As well as this dull floor knows my feet,
I am not weary yet, my sweet.


THE RAVEN

He sang: As once her hand I had,
Her lips at last shall make me glad.


THE KING'S DAUGHTER

As once our fingers met, O love,
So shall our lips be fain thereof.


THE RAVEN