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II

He summoned archer, squire and steed,
He pledged anew his lordly wealth;
Then raised a golden cup of mead,
And, ere he mounted, drank her health.
Alas, O loving heart and pure!
The light is fading from his eyes;
And sighing, “Agnes, reine d'Amour!”
He drinks to her, but drinking dies.
And where was she?—In castle hall
She danced to pipe and dulcimer;
She knew not anything at all
Of him who dying drank to her.