This was that Paladin, good Aymon's seed,

  Who Mount Albano had in his command;

  And late Baiardo lost, his gallant steed,

  Escaped by strange adventure from his hand.

  As soon as seen, the maid who rode at speed

  The warrior knew, and, while yet distant, scanned

  The angelic features and the gentle air

  Which long had held him fast in Cupid's snare.