In feats of arms few warriors were more stout;

  But she besure will be among those few,

  She, that on no account will wait without,

  Fasting and wet, night's weary watches through.

  Within from window and from lodge, the rout

  Look forth, and will the joust by moonlight view,

  Which streams from underneath a covering cloud;

  Albeit the furious rain beats fast and loud.