Thus while it fares with those, in dungeon deep
    See sad Nogiva never cease to weep! 
    Doom’d by her jealous lord’s revengeful mood,
    The well her beverage, bitter bread her food,
    Lo there with iron gyves chain’d down she lies,
    And wails unheard her hopeless miseries: 
    Scarce brooking longer life, but that the thought
    Of Gugemer some gleams of solace brought: 
    Him would she name full oft, and oft implore
    Heaven, but to view his winning face once more. 
    Long had she sorrow’d thus; her fairy friend
    Hears at the last, and bids her sufferings end: 
    Burst by her magic touch the fetters fall,
    Wide springs the gate, and quakes the obdurate wall;
    Close to the shore the enchanted pinnace glides,
    Feels its fair guest within its arching sides,
    Then ploughs the foaming main with gallant state,
    Till Bretany’s far coast receives the freight. 
      Meriadus—­(that name the monarch bore,
    Where first Nogiva’s footsteps prest the shore,)
    Meriadus such charms not vainly view’d;
    He saw, felt love, and like a sovereign woo’d: 
    She briefly answers:—­“None this heart may move,
    This bosom none inspire with mutual love,
    Save he whose skill this girdle shall unbind,
    Fast round my waist with mystick tie confin’d.” 
      Much strove Meriadus, strove much in vain,
    Strove every courtly gallant of his train: 
    All foil’d alike, he blazons far and wide
    A tournament, and there the emprize be tried! 
    There who may loose the band, and win the expectant bride! 
      Sir Gugemer, when first the tidings came
    Of the quaint girdle, and the stranger dame. 
    Ween’d well Nogiva’s self, his dame alone,
    Bore this mysterious knot so like his own. 
    On to the tournament elate he hies,
    There his liege lady greets his wistful eyes: 
    What now remain’d?  “Meriadus! once more
    I view,” he cries, “the mistress I adore;
    Long have our hearts been one! great king, ’tis thine
    Twin [Errata:  Twain] lovers, sadly sunder’d long, to join. 
    So will I straight do homage, so remain
    Thy liegeman three full years, sans other gain,
    Thine with a hundred knights, and I their charge maintain.” 
      Brave was the proffer, but it prosper’d nought;
    Love rul’d alone the unyielding monarch’s thought. 
    Then Gugemer vows vengeance, then in arms
    Speaks stern defy, and claims Nogiva’s charms: 
    And, for his cause seem’d good, anon behold
    Many a strange knight, and many a baron bold,
    Brought by the tourney’s fame, on fiery steeds
    Couch lance to aid; and mortal strife succeeds. 
      Long time beleagur’d gape the castle walls;
    First in the breach the indignant monarch falls: 
    Nogiva’s lord next meets an equal fate;
    And Gugemer straight weds the widow’d mate.