Thee first I spied from parapet
Where hasty wind a flag upset
The banner flew, and fell, but yet
Upon it, sure, you cast your eye.
You saw me too, but love was set,
On Arwyn, Elvish Lorelei.
What curse it was, to find thee now
When, to her, it was, you plight your trow*
Which never would thee disavow.
We met in evil hour.
With war upon us, on we plough
Regret will be my dower.