Oh! how she sighs! how fears the gentle maid, Hearing Rogero, as it were, was flown!
Oh! how above all other terrors, weighed The fear, that to forget her he was gone!
That, seeing Aymon still his wish gainsayed, And that to wed the damsel hope was none, He fled, perchance, so hoping to be loosed From toils wherein he by her love was noosed;