'Good knight of mine, good will have I
To help this healing though I die.'
'Nay,' Balen said, 'but love may try
What help in living love may lie.
⁠—I will not lose the life of her
While my life lasteth.' So she gave
The tribute love was fain to crave,
But might not heal though fain to save,
⁠Were God's grace helpfuller.

Another maid in later Mays
Won with her life that woful praise,
And died. But they, when surging day's
Deep tide fulfilled the dawn's wide ways,
⁠Rode forth, and found by day or night
No chance to cross their wayfaring
Till when they saw the fourth day spring
A knight's hall gave them harbouring
⁠Rich as a king's house might.