Juliana

"Off! off! ye hounds!—in madness an ill death be your doom!
The boar ye kill'd on Thursday on Friday ye consume!
Aye me! and it is now seven years I in this valley go;
Barefoot I wander, and the blood from out my nails doth flow.

"I eat the raw flesh of the boar, I drink his red blood here,
Seeking, with heavy heart and sore, my Princess and my dear.
'Twas on the Baptist's morning the Moors my Princess found,
While she was gathering roses upon her father's ground."—

Fair Juliana heard his voice where by the Moor she lay,
Even in the Moor's encircling arms she heard what he did say;
The lady listen'd, and she wept within that guarded place,—
While her Moor Lord beside her slept, the tears fell on his face.