📔 Christabel

And hence the custom and law began / That still at dawn the sacristan, / Who duly pulls the heavy bell, / Five and forty beads must tell / Between each stroke

Five warriors seiz'd me yestermorn, / Me, even me, a maid forlorn: / They choked my cries with force and fright, / And tied me on a palfrey white. / The palfrey was as fleet as wind, / And they rode furiously behind.

And to be wroth with one we love, / Doth work like madness in the brain.

The palfrey was as fleet as wind, / And they rode furiously behind. / They spurr'd amain, their steeds were white; / And once we cross'd the shade of night.