"And next how came on her, with labour spent, -- As by the stream she slept -- that huntress bright;
And how, with all her false semblance well content, She from the train withdrew her out of sight.
Nor left she any thing of her lament Untold; which touched with pity every wight;
Told how the maid had harboured her, and all Which past, till she revisited her Hall.
