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ADELGITHA

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(Written for The New Monthly, 1822)

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 in a foreign far 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 vizor: at the sight
She fell into his arms and fainted;
It was indeed her own true knight!