Lady Isolda of the Moated Manse,
Whom here, that very noon, it happened me
To meet near her old home. A single glance
Told me 't was she. I marveled much to see
How lovely still she was! as fair, perchance,
As when Red Rupert thrust her brutally,--
Her long hair loosened,--down the shattered stair,
And cast her, shrieking, 'mid his followers there.