Now stood her castle fastë by the sea, And often with her friendës walked she, Her to disport upon the bank on high, There as many a ship and bargë sigh, 3247 Sailing their courses, where them list to go. But then was that a parcel 3248 of her woe, For to herself full oft, “Alas!” said she, “Is there no ship, of so many as I see, Will bringë home my lord? then were my heart All warish’d 3249 of this bitter painë’s smart.” Another timë would she sit and think, And cast her eyen downward from the brink; But when she saw the grisly rockës blake, 3250 For very fear so would her heartë quake, That on her feet she might her not sustene: Then would she sit adown upon the green, And piteously into the sea behold, 3251