This while does good duke Aymon's daughter mourn,

  Because those twenty days so slowly trail:

  — Which term elapsed — Rogero should return,

  And be received into her church's pale.

  Time halts not more with him to foreign bourne

  Exiled, with prisoner pent in noisome jail,

  Pines the poor wretch for liberty and light,

  Or his loved land, desired and gladsome sight!