well ever in thy life, here is i-faith the time--here is the time
or else never."

Then it seemed to the Prince as if, in answer to his words, all
the birds sang more sweetly than ever before. And what they sang
was a love-song to his lady. And she, walking under the tender
green of the May trees, looked upward, and listened to their
sweet songs, while James watched her and loved her more and more.

"And when she walked had a little while
Under the sweet green boughs bent,
Her fair fresh face as white as any snow,
She turned has, and forth her ways went;
But then began my sickness and torment
To see her go, and follow I not might,
Methought the day was turned into night."

Then, indeed, the day was dark for the Prince. The beautiful
lady in going had left him more lonely than before. Now he truly
knew what it was to be a prisoner. All day long he knelt at the
window, watching, and longing, and not knowing by what means he
might see his lady again. At last night came, and worn out in
heart and mind he leaned his head #against the cold rough stone
and slept.